Bitch.
I knew where she had gone, of course. The only place she’d go was back to Cedar Bluff. So I followed.
And instead of dragging her back by her hair, kicking and screaming as was my right, I fucked with her. And holy fucking shit, it was hot.
Her fear got my dick harder than her anger ever did. Harder than her slutty willingness ever did.
No, fucking with her mind was my favorite.
And I did it so well she broke like a porcelain dish falling off a shelf.
Suddenly, she was in a million pieces on the ground, and then I didn’t even have her fear. They doped her up with so many meds; she was numb to everything. I hated that version of her. So, I left. I had to work after all to make money to keep my toy on the hook.
I waited, watching from afar as she regulated and got comfortable in her life back in Cedar Falls again. Until she stopped her meds. Until she started going out again.
And then I started messing with her again.
Unfortunately, she decided to start being a whore for the hockey team around the same time, messing up my plans.
But I wasn’t going to leave empty-handed this time. I’d waited long enough. I perfected my plan for a reason.
So that when I finally made my move, she’d be my perfect little toy to control again.
God, she was going to cry so prettily the first time I fucked her again.
And it was time for me to make my move. Because those kids—my kids, no matter what lies she told them about me, were my way to get her back. I’d used them before without her noticing.
This time, all it was going to take was one phone call, one whisper to the right people, and suddenly the world would see her for what she was.
An unfit whore in a mental health crisis.
Unstable.
Unsafe.
She cracked once, had her little mental breakdown when she almost killed herself, and I made sure it was on the record. This time, the courts would believe me with zero effort.
This time she wouldn’t escape.
She thought she could play house with those two douchebags and keep her body away from me; she was wrong.
She’d have no choice but to come crawling back to me.
I’d find her. I’d break her. And then I’d remind her what it meant to be mine.
She could fight. She could scream. She would cry.
But regardless, she would break.
Again.
What a high.Life was starting to really feel like a sunny, bright, optimistic daydream, instead of the dark and ominous heavy cloud it had felt like for years. I wasn’t stupid enough to doubt that the shift had something to do with Travis and Elliot coming into our lives.
Even though I was a million percent against attributing anything good happening in my life to a man, out of spite from my past, I couldn’t deny it though.
Trav and Eli were just too damn—perfect to deny.
Last week we officially moved in with Travis. We packed up a few boxes of things from my rental and stopped off at the furniture store and bought new beds for the kids to match their new rooms. I moved on autopilot, with tears in my eyes, threatening to fall and ruin my eyeliner, as I struggled to keep myself composed.
