Page 20 of Chaos
Mom tries extremely hard to talk about what happened that night without actually asking me what happened. I know she wants answers and deserves them too, but I don’t want to freak her out with everything. She would instantly blame herself. Saying if she had never taken this job, then none of this would have happened. That may be true, but if we had stayed, I would have been stuck in a situation just as bad. I would never have been strong enough to leave Evan without distance, and would have been trapped in an abusive relationship that possibly could have killed me one day.
I was naïve once upon a time, and maybe I still am, but I am learning every day.
I stick to the story that I came up with. Someone broke in and I caught him in my room. I ran, wanting to call the cops, but he cornered me in the kitchen. I tried to defend myself with a knife, but he shot. The guys came in and chased him out of the house and called for an ambulance. Mom seems to buy that story, especially because when she asked the Kings if that is what happened, they told her it was. I didn’t have to tell them that I lied. They just acted like it was the truth.
Instead of focusing on the things I wish I could forget, I changed the subject. Asked her about work and when she planned to go back. Her boss gave her as much paid time off as she wanted until I got better. My mom told him she would only be taking a few days off because she has a big case on which she is working.
Once the movie that I mindlessly put on is over, Mom excuses herself for bed. I give her a quick kiss before she walks down the hall to her room. I stay seated on the couch, putting on another movie that I know I won’t pay attention to, but I need the noise to distract me.
My phone chimes on the table in front of me. I grab it and almost drop it immediately.
Unknown: I’m coming for you, Little One.
Unknown
No. No. No. No. NO!
She isn’t perfect anymore. Her skin was tainted from that bullet. She isn’t the delicate, untouched flower anymore. At least she is untouched in the way that matters still. Something I will have to make sure doesn’t change. I can’t have her spreading her legs for those vile boys. She isn’t meant to be theirs. She is meant to be mine. I have spent way too much time keeping her pure for me, and I won’t let my hard work go to waste because ofthem.
I am starting to think I will have to deal with that problem myself. I stared down at the gun in my hand. I recently purchased this beauty, a Glock 21, while I was out of town preparing for Serena finally becoming mine. I didn’t know why I bought it at the time, but it is starting to become clearer the more I look at it.
I need to kill the Kings.
Yes. That would solve all my problems. With them out of the picture, there would be no one to take her from me. Now, I just need to figure out the best way to lure them away from her so I can execute my plans.
Since Serena has been shot, I haven’t been able to see her as much as I want. She has been holed up in her house for days now. The only people in and out are her mother, her friend Evie, and the Kings. Every time I watch them walk out of her door, I want to kill them. Sadly, I cannot until they are far enough away from her. I refused to hurt her more than I planned on. She will feel pain from what I will do to her, but only as much as she requires. Depending on her attitude towards me and the love we will share. Eventually, she will see that it is all for the greater good. For our future together. For everything that was meant to be ours.
I look around the empty yard behind Serena’s house. It’s late, almost two in the morning, and this seems to be the only time I get to have any peace with her. I carefully glance over to the house beside hers, making sure Midas can’t see me from where I am. His curtains and window are open, like he is hoping to hear me. Or maybe he is hoping to hear Serena so he can rush over and be the hero in her story. Not that I would ever let that happen. He isn’t the hero. He is the villain keeping the princess away from her prince.
It’s beyond annoying that his window looks right into hers. Knowing he can spy on her when she is at her most vulnerable.
No one should see her like that except for me.
The urge to sneak into his room and shoot him weighs heavy on me, but it’s not the right time. Instead, I turn away from his house and peek into Serena’s window. She isn’t sleeping in her room alone, yet. She must still be in her mother’s room.
I tucked the gun into the back of my jeans before quietly running to the mom’s window, trying to avoid making any noise. The curtains are mostly drawn, but I can just see Serena through the small crack.
She doesn’t look the same as she did. Her arm is in a sling and full of bandages, but she is sleeping peacefully. Her beautiful blonde hair is down, cascading against the pillow. She is wearing long pajama pants and a tank top that does nothing to cover her tits. They are practically spilling out as she slumbers so peacefully. If only she knew of the danger that is close by.
Soon enough, she will be sleeping like that next to me, just in a lot less clothing. I have begun thinking of the house rules I will have for her once she is mine. The top of my list is her wardrobe. I will have her dress more like she did when she first arrived in town. More conservatively. Beautiful dresses that show off her figure but don’t make her look like a whore.
I will turn her into the perfect housewife.
Suddenly, Serena starts thrashing in bed, as if she is fighting off whatever demon haunts her nightmares.I wonder if you are dreaming of me.I hope you are. You should only ever be thinking of me. I am the only one who matters in your life.
I can see the sweat coating her brow from here. The silent screams she wants to release. The pain and terror she is experiencing. Serena jolts up, hyperventilating, clutching her chest with her uninjured arm as she tries to catch her breath. My eyes narrow on her chest. Watching as it jiggles with each unsteady breath.
Fuck.I can feel myself hardening in my pants. I squeeze my erection, relieving some of the pent-up desire, but that is as far as I will go. For now. I won’t experience pleasure until I’m in her. Then, she will always be filled with me.
Serena starts erratically glancing around, trying to find something or someone. Her eyes quickly glance over the window I am looking through. Our eyes lock for a second, but I don’t see any recognition in her eyes, like she doesn’t see me. But I see you. I have always seen you. I am the only one who sees the real you.
When she is satisfied that no one is in the room with her besides her mother, she lies back down. She doesn’t close her eyes, just lies on the bed, silently repeating some words.
He isn’t here. It was just a dream.
Oh, little one, he may not be here, but I am, and I will never leave your side. I will always be watching over you.
She repeats that over and over until she finally calms down enough to close her eyes and go back to sleep. I watch until her breath turns even, and she is asleep. I want to watch her all night, but I have things I need to do. Things to prepare before she is mine.
