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“I didn’t know about the baby or I never would have been so reckless. But I’m not ready to talk about this yet. I need some time,” I whisper through sniffles.
“I know you didn’t know. I didn’t ask to blame you or anything like that. I just want you to know that I’m here when you’re ready to talk about it. I know it’s not something easy to deal with but I want us to work through it together,” he tells me as he tilts his head down to place a kiss on my forehead.
“Let’s watch something and just relax for the rest of the day since we had an eventful morning,” he says, smirking at me. We lie there and watch Netflix until I get tired and fall asleep in his arms.
Not going to lie, it feels warm and like I’m exactly where I need to be. Like I’ve finally found my home. I feel lighter than I have in a while and I wonder if this is how it feels when you truly begin to heal.
Thirty-Five
RAINE
I wakeup from my nap and just lie there on the bed, letting the cool breeze wash over me. I had an intense morning and took that nap after I did everything I was supposed to do. It’s probably midafternoon by now and I wonder where the hell Knox went since he’s not in the bed with me anymore.
I look at all the paintings of me. I love them. He made me look at them again earlier today while he told me how beautiful and amazing I am. He’s been constantly reminding me that I’m worthy of being happy. I think I’m finally starting to believe it myself, though I still have some doubts. It was hard in the beginning but I feel like I’m finally starting to come around.
Time sure does fly though. It’s been a month since I’ve been at the cabin and I can feel and start to see the change in me. Knox and I have settled into a routine to help me get through the days since I’m in the craving phase of getting clean.
It’s fucking hard as hell and I’ve had some episodes where I’m angry and screaming at him but he takes it all in stride. My mood swings vary from day to day but it’s mostly good except for those few episodes.
My therapist was here this morning for her weekly visit. So far, the interactions have been positive and my sessions with her have been helping me cope with the areas I have difficulty with. She showed up during the second week after the whole detox thing started, and after I had the first episode. She’s been doing wonders for me by having me deal with my thoughts and emotions.
I’m not totally fine yet since there are still some days where the memories overwhelm me but I feel like I have another chance at life now.
Since I discovered it was Knox who had kidnapped me, it’s been an adjustment period. I think we’ve come a long way from the beginning and middle. Now I feel like we’re at the end of all the hate, the games, and the lies. Everything is now on the table and I have no choice but to deal with them head-on and then move on if I want to finally be happy and at peace.
Being here at the cabin, away from everyone including the parents, has helped change my mindset tremendously. I guess it’s our new beginning. Through said therapy sessions I’ve had to go through the ordeal of my parents again, which was not fun. She made a point about eventually forgiving them since I’ve kind of forgiven Knox. Well, he basically forced that shit on me.
I still haven’t forgiven the parents yet, but I’m kind of working on that as well. I guess I’ll just have to see how that goes. They showed up here about two weeks ago but I wasn’t ready to see them yet. Knox told them to leave and I would reach out when I’m ready. That’s definitely going to be at some point in the distant future.
I stretch and finally get out of bed. I make my way downstairs to see where he is. I’m only wearing one of his button-down shirts since they’re comfy. Just as my feet touch the floor, he walks in through the back door.
“Good, you’re awake. I have something to show you,” he tells me as he walks over to me and pulls me into his arms, giving me a deep kiss. I moan into his mouth, getting wet instantly. “Fuck, you make me so hot. All I want to do is fuck your tight pussy raw until it’s so sore you won’t be able to walk right, but not right now. I need to show you that thing first.”
“Do we have to?” I whine, kissing him again.
“Yes. Now let me put on your boots,” he tells me as he grabs my boots that were by the door. He bends down to help me put them on. When he’s done, he pulls me along with him out the back. We take a right, past the cabin this time, leading us into the woods.
It still freaks me out sometimes how he did a complete one-eighty on me. He’s been so caring and attentive, calm and patient when dealing with me and my issues. Those are words I never would have associated with Knox. He’s definitely been showing me a different side to him, and I have to say, I’m loving all the attention and using him as my slave since he does whatever I ask him to do. My very own personal butler. I snicker at the thought.
“You’re not planning on killing me here, are you?” I joke.
“Nope. But I am going to fuck you raw in a few,” he says with a smirk and I blush. He absolutely has no problems at all with saying what he wants or what he’s going to do to me out loud.
We walk for a few more minutes, deeper through the trees until we come to a circle clearing. I stop dead in my tracks when I see the two bodies nailed onto separate crosses.
Their heads are covered with two sacks and I wince at the sight of them. They look like they’ve seen better days. Both are thin and there’s blood oozing out of the area where the nails are embedded into their hands and feet.
“Uhh, um, I was joking earlier, but if you really brought me here to kill me why did you get me better in the first place?” I question with a shaky breath. He turns to look at me with a roll of his eyes before walking toward the two people currently hanging there.
“Baby, I’m not going to kill you. I’d die before I let anything happen to you. These two on the other hand…” he says and trails off as he pulls the sacks off both their heads.
I gasp when I see Ivy and Trent. So many emotions fill me in an instant, looking at the two of them. They definitely look worse for wear and like they’ve had a rough time. I can see marks of violence on them and I’m not ashamed to say that I don’t feel sorry for them.
“Did you have them chained up in the basement or something?” I joke but Knox doesn’t laugh. He just looks at me with a serious-as-fuck expression on his face. “Have they been here the whole time?”
“Yep.”
“Where?”
