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15
KAYLA
What the hell had just happened?
I watched the door for a few minutes, then began reorienting myself, trying to figure out the series of events that had led me to this point.
I had come home fuming mad at Monty for what he did, and I had been rightfully telling him off for trying to control my life. All of a sudden, in a weird turn of events, he had me up on the dinner table with my legs wide open and his head in between my thighs as I screamed his name.
But God, what an experience that had been.
I had thought my heart would stop beating when he started licking me. To be honest, I had a decent experience with sex, but it was never something I was very into. I had been sort of indifferent about it, not seeing what the whole big deal was and why people felt they needed it to survive. Perhaps it was because it was less than thrilling with my previous boyfriend. In fact, the only time I had been able to describe sex as mind-blowing was that one drunken night with Monty.
And even that had somehow paled in comparison to this.
With his fingers digging into my thighs, the feeling of his head right there, and God, his deliciously naughty tongue as it searched and explored me decadently, flicking my clit…
I had come with such a force that I thought I might have a heart attack right there and then.
But then something happened after as we joked around. During that latter period, it was like his entire demeanor changed, almost like his soul left his body, his eyes losing all their amused softness and replaced with blank nothingness.
I had tried getting his attention by calling his name several times but to no avail. He ignored me, or perhaps he didn’t even hear me. The latter seemed more likely the case. It was like there was no one home. Physically, he was there, but mentally, he was far away, eyes appearing tortured like he was locked in a nightmare. He hadn’t responded to me until the last and final time, and then he stormed out of here like hell was on his heels.
What had happened? Had it been because of him going down on me? Maybe it was too much for him? No, he had been fine after that. He didn’t have his reaction until I said something and joked about him shooting me.
Ah. Perhaps that was what had set him off.
Jeez, I scolded myself.You couldn’t find another way to phrase that?
I already knew he was likely still suffering the effects of his time in service, and this further proved it. I had read enough about it when trying to understand my father and why my mother left him. What Monty was going through sounded like the trademark symptoms of PTSD, and I so badly wanted to help him. But how on earth did I do that without unintentionally triggering him? I had no qualifications for this, nothing but the brief knowledge from a damn textbook. He needed professional help, but something told me that getting him to do it would not be easy.
But I had to try. I had to do something because watching him like that was breaking my heart.
I thought about what to say and how to approach the topic when Monty returned. The last time this happened, he wanted to pretend that everything was okay and nothing was out of the ordinary, but I couldn’t accept it this time. Something was wrong with him, and it was about time we talked about it, even if I had to make him.
I could use Hunter,I thought.After all, I couldn’t exactly trust him enough to leave Hunter at home if he refused to get help for his problems.
I had to be careful, though. I didn’t want to trigger any more memories or anything else that could hurt him, so I had to navigate this delicately.
As the sun began to go down in the distance, I started to get even more worried. It was now nearly two hours since he had run off. He hadn’t left with his car, and there was nowhere within walking distance that he could have gone. We were right next to the highway. God, what if he had gotten hit? Maybe he had been wandering around in that state and accidentally wandered onto the highway and got knocked down by a car? Fear pumped in my chest, more than I thought I could feel. I was about to strap Hunter to a stroller and go search for him myself when I heard the front door opening.
I got up and rushed to the door, hesitating when he didn’t enter immediately. “Monty?”
“Yeah, it’s me.” His voice was gravelly, and it preceded his form as he stepped into the room.
I breathed a sigh of relief as I watched him enter. My first instinct was to rush to him and hug him, but I held back. He had an odd look on his face as he tested the door handle, jiggling it several times before he was satisfied.
“What are you doing?” I asked, curious.
He shook his head. “Just testing the security. Doors are sturdy.”
“O—okay?” It had not been what I was expecting when he came back.
But even with that, he didn’t seem done with his search. He next walked through the open kitchen toward the back door, testing that door too. Then he began to pull the window panes down, locked them, and attempted to force them open.
“Is everything okay?” I asked, starting to get concerned with his odd behavior.
He turned to look at me. “I’m not sure,” he said. “Have you noticed anything out of place in the apartment since yesterday?”
