Town wasn't too far from where they were staying, and there was so much beauty along the way that the drive, felt like no time at all. They mostly rode in silence after such a heavy conversation. She tried not to think too much, and just enjoyed the ride. She also relished in the fact that Corrie loved her. She couldn't help but beam, thinking about it again. So much had happened in the last hour or so, and everything felt so strange and wonderful. Her heart beat with such euphoria and everything looked so much brighter. She felt like this was a new kind of high, one she could definitely get used to.
"You seem pretty happy," he said, noticing her beaming.
"Yeah." she said. She didn't want to tell him why. She worried he might get self-conscious. So she looked out the window and said, "You spend so much time in the city, you can forget there is a whole other world out here."
"Yeah," he said, "Sometimes I think about moving out here, getting away from it all."
"And what would you do?"
"Same as what I do now, everyplace has fires that need putting out."
"Yeah, I suppose, but I bet they don't have as many out here. Still when they do, it must spread like mad."
"Yeah and every second really counts. Things can go up quick. That's why they have so many firewatch stations. The sooner they catch it, the more options they have, to slow it down and minimize damage."
"It must take a shit ton of water."
"It does, but water isn't always the best method, sometimes you have to fight fire with fire."
"What?" she said turning to him, "Really?"
"Yeah," he said scratching his noes. "Sometimes we can cut a fire off with controlled burns. It takes away the fires fuel. Can't keep spreading, if you have nothing to spread to."
"Wow. I just assumed you kept dumping water on it."
"Yeah, not always. It also depends on what else is going on. Some fires have different weaknesses."
"Really, other then water and fire, I guess?"
"Yeah, grease fires, you don't throw water on that, you cut off its oxygen supply. Usually by covering it."
"True. I knew that one. I just didn't think about it."
"What about electric fires?"
"I think you told me once, but I don't remember."
"First you cut off the source, you turn off the power, then use a carbon dioxide or dry chemical powder extinguisher."
"I don't think I have one of those."
"Well that's something I can get you," he said.
"Right," she chuckled, then perked up seeing something ahead. A break in the woods."Look"
"I see," he said with a smile.
She rolled her window down as they got closer. She saw all sorts of brightly colored, buildings pop up out of the trees. They slowed down as the passed a large welcome sign that read 'Welcome to Besbek.' Given the weather, and time of year, there were a lot of people out and about. They saw a small stage had been set up, and a live band was playing. Corrie parked the truck and they decided to check it out, walking over hand and hand.
They stood among the crowd and enjoyed the music for several minutes. Then Corrie nodded to her, and offered out his hand. She raised an eyebrow at him, realizing he wanted her to dance with him. She hadn't couples danced in forever. Usually Tawnie and she went to clubs, with fast and hard music. The dance floor was like a sea of bodies all pressed together. She mostly just jumped up and down. She wasn't sure if she could remember how to dance normally. Still, she took his hand and allowed him to pull her in. He took her to an opening, in the crowd, where other couples were dancing, and began to spin her about.
He push her away, then pulled her back in, before they spun around and around. Sometimes she forgot he knew how to dance really well as he led her about. A few years aback, after Corrie's firehouse had saved a dance hall, they all got free dance lessons. They'd learned ballroom dancing, line dancing, and other popular steps. They put it to use at various public events, like fundraisers and large gatherings.
While she had no idea what she was doing, he did circles around her, moving her this way and that. It was fun and she couldn't help but laugh. She loved dancing with him! She loved doing everything with him! The music suddenly picked up, and people moved from couples dancing, to line dancing. She tried to copy what she saw as Corrie busted out some serious moves. Several people actually stopped dancing, to watch him, and a crowd soon formed around him.
She pulled back, after a few seconds, and watched him as well. He went all out with his footwork, and kept pace with the music, even as it sped up. When the song ended, he got quite a bit of applause, even she joined in. She could tell he hadn't noticed anyone was watching. He got a big grin on his face, and nodded to several people, thanking them, before he found her in the crowd. They kissed then started looking around town.
It had all sorts of little shops, all connected by a boardwalk. They went into every single shop to see what they had. Some had homemade goods, others sold various tool, outdoor equipment and souvenirs. After five or six shops, Corrie walked into the supply store, and Gwyne swore he spent a good hour looking around.
The shop was owned by a nice elderly man, who quickly sparked up a conversation with them. He looked over the moon, when Corrie started loading up his counter with various goods. Once Corrie picked out what he wanted, he asked about lumber, lacquers, paints, and a few other things, Gwyne wasn't too familiar with. She mostly wandered around the store as they talked. Eventually, Corrie put in a request for lumber, and some other things, the store currently didn't have on hand. The old man was only too happy to fill such a large order. He said it would take him, about a day or so, to get everything Corrie needed, but he'd get his grandson on it right away.
After Corrie paid, the grandson helped him carry things out to the truck. Gwyne was 'somewhat helpful,' she carried a paint bucket full of nails and wondered if he was really going to use this much. The cabin looked amazing this morning. She knew he was there to fix some things up, but did it really need that many repairs? She couldn't help but think it was a bit much, but didn't say anything.
She just enjoyed the weather, music and most of all, being with her love. She kept glancing at him and smiling. Sometimes he'd catch her and smile back. It was nice. She hoped this feeling would truly last forever, but she knew it wouldn't. This was simply a moment in time and eventually the moment would pass. Eventually she'd have to start seriously thinking about the whole Dawson thing again.
She still felt so torn up about it, but told herself it didn't matter. It was over! She wouldn't see him again! She didn't want to! Her nightmare still lingered at the back of her mind. She ran a finger across her neck, recalling how it felt once more…nothing had ever been so real...so, so, terrifying. She zoned out for a good minute. She didn't even realized Corrie was talking to her. When he put his hand on her back, she suddenly jolted and cursed.
He quickly backed off and said "Sorry. You okay?"
"Yeah," she lied.
"Sorry, you were hungry, we should have gotten something to eat first, I didn't think it would take so long."
"It's fine," she said, "I actually forgot I was hungry with the dancing and all the little shops, but yeah I could eat a bear or two, right about now."
He chuckled and they wandered over to a small diner. It looked like it got a lot of business as they walked in, just about every table looked full. They wondered if they should try some place else, but the waitress managed to squeeze them in somewhere. They got some sandwiches and soda. They were actually pretty good. They came with these fries that were to die for. She actually stole some of Corries. Her didn't mind, he ended up ordering some blueberry pie. He had two slices, before he asked if he could buy a whole one, to take back with them. He was in luck and they had a whole one fresh out of the oven. It made the entire truck smell like blueberries but he was so happy.
After they got the pie settled in the truck they went to a fishing shop. He picked out a few things and sized her up for a new fishing pole. She hadn't been fishing since the last time he took her and her pole snapped. He thought she had caught a big one that got away, but she swore her line was probably snagged on an old tire, or something. He insisted on getting her a new rod and made sure this one was sturdy. Then they picked out some pretty bait hooks. Some of them looked so good, with feathers and various colored string. She almost didn't want to use them. On their way out, they also picked up a container of bugs. Corrie put them in the glove box to keep them out of the sun.
From there they finally made it to the small grocery store. She picked out a hat and grabbed some fresh apples, before looking over the various candy and canned goods. Corrie of course, went for the freezer at the back of the store, to look at their selection of meats. Some guys came in at one point, one of them whistled at her, the other just licked his lips. She ignored them as they picked out two six packs of beer. On their way up to the front counter, they came back through the canned goods aisle. One of the guys said 'excuse me' then processed to rub his crotch against her ass as he passed, even though she gave him plenty of room. The other guy straight up slapped her ass as he walked by.
She gave them nasty looks and one of them, put his fingers up to his mouth, and made a peace sign, licking between his fingers, to imitate oral sex. She rolled her eyes and went back to looking at the canned goods. She was used to shit like this happening from time to time. Sometimes she'd snap back, but a lot of times it was better just to leave it so they'd go on their way. She could already tell they were drunk. She wasn't even wearing anything provocative, tight jeans and a croptop was not her worst fit, but it shouldn't fucking matter. She should be able to shop without getting assaulted. She'd like to smack their asses, only with her foot, and see how they liked it.
She picked up some canned corn, then turned to look at some canned peas, when she noticed Corrie standing a few feet away. He was glaring at the two idiots as they paid for their beer. He must have seen their 'interaction.' She saw his jaw tighten and his hands were in fists.
"You okay?" she asked.
"Yeah are you?" he asked, stepping up to her.
"I'm good," she said. "Do you like canned corn or peas?"
"Both." he said still glaring at the men.
The idiots looked back at her once more, not doubt to throw more insults, but caught sight of Corrie. He made eye contact with them and they simply left. Corrie wiped his mouth and seemed to be thinking. She hoped he'd just leave it and tried to distract him.
"I was thinking of getting a little bit of everything. What do you think? That way we'd at least have something canned on hand."
"Yeah." He said glaring at the doorway to the door as if ht expected the men to come back.
"Leave it." she said tugging on his shirt. "I'm good, really, you see any good meats?"
"A few." he said turning into her.
She gave him a hug and he gently kissed her shoulder. She could tell he was extra protective right now. When she pulled back, she noticed he didn't have any meats on him, his basket was empty. She went back to looking at the canned goods, and assumed he'd eventually return to the freezers, but he didn't budge from her side. She had to physically walk back to the freezers for him to take his eyes off her and the door. He picked out some meat then they went back to the canned goods. She got two of everything, then some pasta noodles, pancake mix, a sack of potatoes and some snack foods. They bought so much stuff, the owner gave them a large box to carry it in.
As they were being rung up, Corrie grabbed a case of beer. When he set it down on the counter Gwyne raised an eyebrow at him. "Don't you think we have enough beer?"
"That's for working and cooling off, this here is the good stuff to go with our steaks."
"Right." she said, shaking her head. She couldn't help but smile, thinking it was cute, how much he loved his beer.
She noticed some fresh vegetables in baskets at the front. She picked out a few carrots and tomatoes. She also found the flour, sugar, milk and creamer were all locked up behind the counter. They must have been high theft items. She asked for one of each and the owner threw in a loaf of bread and some fresh eggs. Gwyne thought she might bake something. It had been a while. Her mother had taught her how to make these simple butter biscuits, with a little bit of sugar that were simply divine, when they came out of the oven, all pipping hot.
She asked if they had any butter, and the owner added a big tub, locally made. By the time everything was rung up, they had spent a few hundred dollars and had two large boxes to carry.
She realized they might have gotten a bit carried away and laughed. She offered to carry one, but Corrie stacked them on top of each other and said it was nothing.
If she couldn't help carry, she thought she might be able to help pay. She took some cash out of her pocket, but when she offered it, Corrie pushed it away and snapped, "I don't want 'his' money!"
Her face fell flat. She hadn't been expecting that.
She didn't think Corrie had meant to snap as he quickly apologizes. "Sorry."
She nodded but didn't say anything. She just put the money back in her pocket and things were a bit awkward. The store owner could definitely sense some tension. She was very sweet and told them about their locally made jerky. She offered them a few bites and they liked it so much they got a big pickle jar's worth. Gwyne carried the jar as Corrie carried the two boxes.
When she stepped outside, she saw those guys were still around. They were sitting on the hood of their car, drinking the beers they'd just bought. Her heart sunk. She knew this didn't bode well. She fished a big piece of jerky out of the jar and tried to just walk past them, but when they saw her, they both started making lewd gestures. One guy put his hands in front of him and pumped his hips like he was fucking. "Want a ride baby!" The other moved his hand to his mouth and pressed his tongue against his cheek simulating a blow job. "I'll give you something to put in your mouth."
She didn't acknowledge them, she just walked right past them. They were disappointed by her lack of a reaction. "Ah come on baby!" "Show us those big tits!
Clearly they were well beyond drunk at this point. Corrie walked passed them and put everything in the back of the truck. Instead of coming back on his side to get in, he walked back on her side, putting a hand on her back. She could see he was pissed off.
"Leave it." She pleaded.
"No," he said. He opened her door and made sure she got in, before shutting it. Then he walked around the front of his truck and approached the guys, "You talk to your mothers with those mouths!"
Gwyne groaned and let out a heavy sigh. She liked that he was protective, but she worried about him getting in trouble. She had no doubt that he could take both those guys, but they were
tourists. She didn't know if these guys were locals or just passing through, but she doubted the town would appreciate them starting shit.
The windows were still rolled down and she could hear them talking. One said "Aw, did we hurt the little ladies feelings?" He fake cried.
"Let us apologize." said the other guy. He grabbed his crotch and shook it.
She tried to act like she wasn't paying attention. She still didn't want to give them an inch. She sat back in her seat, rested her elbow in the window and put her hand on the side of her mouth, looking in the opposite direction. She did her best to look bored.
She heard Corrie talking to them. "Are you two sure you should be drinking this much, this early in the day, especially out in public like this? You aren't planning on driving now, are you?" Corrie's voice had this authoritative tone like a teacher talking to his students. She couldn't help but glance back and saw the men had stiffened.
One of them dared to ask, "You ain't a cop or something?"
"Or something," said Corrie crossing his arms. He stepped up on them and allowed them to make their own assumptions. They pulled away back no doubt thinking he was a cop.
"Nah man, we ain't driving, we're just uh...uh gonna walk around."
"Yeah," said his buddy. "We like to walking around."
"Good, good, nice day for 'walking around," said Corrie. "I'll be keeping an eye out for yah."
"Yeah." said the other guy, his voice didn't sound excited at all.
"You two have a nice day now," said Corrie. He gave them another once over, with his gaze then got into the truck. He watched them as he slowly backed out. She watched one of them throw his beer to the ground and the two began arguing. They drove off down the road and Corrie smiled.
Gwyne let out a sigh."I doubt either of them are gonna touch that car today."
"Let's hope," said Corrie.
"And if they'd asked to see a badge? Then what?"
"Citizen's can make arrests too you know." He said with a smirk.
"You should have just been a cop. You would have made a good one."
"Perhaps in another life." he teased.
"I could see that." She said, "The way you are with fire safety I bet you could memorize most the police codes."
"Who says I haven't, already. You do know we work closely together, right."
"Oh," she said. She realized firefighters probably had to know a few codes, especially if they used the same radios channels as the police.
"Now are you gonna share that are what?" said Corrie glancing at the pickle jar full of jerky.
She'd nearly forgotten about it."Nah it's all mine," she teased, but she fished him out a large chunk. They did a little loop around the town, looking over at a few more things, before they started heading back.
"Not a bad little town," he said. "Wish it had better company, but otherwise a nice town."
"Those guys could just be passing through."
"Could be." he nodded, "Guess they'll have a longer walk ahead of them."
"Or have to spend the night. I'm sure the town would love to thank you."
"They'll sober up in a few hours, if they knows whats good for them," said Corrie.
"Let's hope," she said.
The road was long and winding again. She didn't roll up the window and just enjoyed the fresh air. It whipped her hair about. Normally it would have gone everywhere but since it was shorter it just tossed about, standing up on its ends. She put her hand out the window letting the wind rush over it. The air felt good, something about the wind always made her chest feel full. She got this strange sense of connection an-
"Careful," he said pulling her from her thoughts, "That's how you lose a hand."
"I know," she said pulling her hand back in, but sometimes it's nice to live, a little dangerously.
"Fair enough, but sometimes a little danger could cost a lifetime." he said. "Gotta choose where and when."
"Then what makes it dangerous?" she teased.
"Life itself, is already dangerous enough, without you looking for trouble. trust me."
"Yeah." she said getting quiet, thinking about of their earlier conversation. She'd said so much to him. He knew a lot now...whether that was good or bad remained to be seen.
Corrie cleared his throat, then said "I uh, I'm sorry about earlier, in the store. I snapped at you and that's not okay. I'm mad at him and the situation, not you."
"Yeah I know," she said, "But it's okay to be made at me too. I'm part of it as well."
"I don't see it like that."
"I am though," she said. "I know how you feel but I need you to understand ...this is a part of me. An ugly part, but it's still there. I make choices, well made choices, I need to make better ones but I still made those choices, Corrie. I still put myself in that situation. I wanted to get messed up."
He let out a heavy sigh. "I know," he said. "But sometimes we do things, for reasons we don't fully understand. I just think, you're too hard on yourself."
"And I don't think you're hard enough."
"I think you've already had hard enough," he said. Then licked his lips and looked off to the side.
Things got super quiet and awkward again. She fished out another piece of jerky and began tearing at it.
"Can I have some more?" he quietly asked.
She got him another piece then joked. "This isn't gonna make it back. We should have bought two jars."
Corrie took a big bite, then as he was chewing, said "I guess we could turn around, get some more. I still have some choice words for those two fools back there and I could make sure they are 'walking around."
"Oh no," she said then grabbed his arm. "We're good let's keep going."
"If you insist," he said with a big grin.
She gave his arm a good squeeze before she leaned into it, and he put his arm around her. She rested her head on him and said. "I do. I do insist"
They road back the rest of the way in silence. When they got back to the cabin, they started to unpack. They got a little playful and made a bit of a mess, but everything eventually got everything put away. He started making some repairs and she made a list of possible meals they could have each day. As the sun started to set, he grilled them up some steaks, and she boiled potatos. Then he got the fireplace going. They sat on the couch and watched it for a long while, talking about nothing really.
After a while she just laid back on the couch and looked up at the stars thought the skylight. He soon joined her and they fell asleep like that. All things said and done, their first day at the cabin wasn't the best, but it also wasn't the worst. After all, she was with the man she loved, and things couldn't get much better then that.
***
Deep in the shadows he stirred. It had been days now since he'd slept. He might even be going for a personal record, but he just couldn't help himself. He couldn't look away from the screens. Between all the pictures and video, there was just so much to compile. He had captured every part of her depravity, and it was all coming together wonderfully, in his masterpiece.
He'd done some video work before, filming, cutting and editing, for various jobs that required altered video. He'd learned a lot and put those skills to good use. He could have hired someone to do this, but he wanted things done just right. He locked himself in his office, let the staff off on paid vacation and gave Gwyne a dose of something strong. He knew after the banging she took, she'd need to sleep it off for days, maybe even weeks. He let her, only checking on her every now and then. She'd done good work and deserved a good rest.
If he was hungry, he didn't bother cooking, he just ordered in. He would eat and leave the remains about his apartment. He didn't care about making a mess, he'd clean it up later, but right now, he was far too busy. He was able to put together quite a lot, between all the shit he had her doing and the shit she didn't even know about. He couldn't wait to surprise her.
Everything was just so fantastic! Her performance in the men's room was her best yet. Things had gotten messy at the end, but he'd taken care of it. If anything was ever found, it wouldn't be traced back. He'd been so exhausted by the time he got them home, but a quick pick me up and something to focus, got him back on schedule. Once he started, he just couldn't stop until it was finished.
He madly cackled to himself, in the dark and kept on editing, losing all track of time and space. He had no idea the winds had changed and that something had shifted. It took more time then he'd thought to get everything just right, but it was well worth it. He sent everything off and couldn't wait for the first batch of tapes to arrive.
Finally finished he planned to shower, then fuck her until he passed out. When he finally woke up he'd deal with any loose ends. He got her another syringe that should keep her down long enough for him to recover, from this latest binge. The room was dark when he entered. He moved around quietly. He took a hot shower, for once, letting his muscles relax. He put in some eye drops, took something to help him sleep and went to have some fun, before it kicked in. He approached the bed and paused for a long moment, staring at it.
He'd come into the room like a zombie. He hadn't checked on her. He'd just assumed she was still passed out, and yet, the bed was empty. He rubbed his jaw and looked around. She had fallen off in the past. He checked both sides and then got on his hands and knees, looking underneath...nothing. He stood up and rubbed his temples. Maybe…maybe he was so out of it that she'd snuck past him, to use the bathroom. Of course, he sighed, thinking he must have let her last dose lapse and she was now up and about.
He went to the bathroom doorway and peered in. He half-expected to see her looking at herself in the mirror, maybe even talking to herself or running a bath. Yet she wasn't there. His jaw tightened. He scratched his arm, then set the syringe down. Maybe she got hungry? He left the bathroom, went through the bedroom, down the hall and to the kitchen. He realized how much of a mess he'd made. Shit was everywhere, but she liked that didn't she. Again he thought of that dumpster she'd fucked in. His place was no where near that, not yet. He'd rest some, then clean up a little before he called the staff back.
He wandered around the apartment thinking she was probably looking around. He went in and out of every room, even checking his office. Yet everywhere he looked she was not there. He looked outside and then groaned, thinking she must be on the balcony again. The last time she'd vanished, he'd found her out there. He should really get a lock for it. He didn't like her out there, so high up, she was libel to slip, knowing her carelessness, especially with what he had her on.
He marched up to the door and opened it, ready to scold her but again nothing. He chuckled to himself, feeling uneasy. He furrowed his brow then rechecked everything again. Before he finally closed his eyes and called out, "Gwyne."
She didn't respond. He got agitated. If she was messing around he'd make her pay for it! He tried to recall the last time he checked on her. He thought it hadn't been that long, but now he realized, it might have been more then a few hours...perhaps even a few days. He had just gotten so engrossed. He ran his hands over his face. When he found her, he was really going to give it to her! The shit he'd taken was kicking in, and he was beyond tired. He should be half-passed out inside her by now.
He ran around his apartment again, thinking she was hiding. Then he finally noticed the front door was slightly ajar. He felt the air escape his lungs. His chest plunged as he stared at it. Surely not! SURELY! He always locked the door. He would have heard her leave! Panic swept him. He rushed out of the apartment naked, expecting to catch her in the elevator but it was empty. He went back, threw on a robe, and went downstairs looking for her in the parking garage, then outside the building. He expected to see her on the sidewalk but again nothing. She was gone!
He returned to his apartment and went over his security cameras. He had to go back longer then he would have liked. The fucking bitch had woken up, stolen his shirt and shoes then rushed out of the apartment. He hacked into he buildings cameras and watched as she'd run out onto the street and took off. He got on the phone and called her.
The phone rang and rang before the answering machine picked up. He hung up then called right back. He gave her the benefit of the doubt and called seventeen more times! He tapped his fingers on his desk as the answering machine picked up every time. On the eighteenth call, he decided to cough loudly when it picked up. Maybe she didn't realize it was him. He waited, but she did not pick up.
He stared at the phone for a long moment, then called again, ten more times. Once again giving her the benefit of the doubt. Now that she knew it was him she had to pick up! Perhaps she was on the toilet, cooking something or had just returned. Yet no one answered! She should be home by now, unless…unless she didn't make it. He stared off into space. Then took something to wake himself up. He needed sleep and it wasn't great to mix things like this, but he had to find her. The fucking bitch was so stupid she could be anywhere!
He went over the videos again, a dozen times or so, seeing the utter distress on her face. It was beautiful and yet it made him wonder, what had upset her so? Did she remember he'd killed those men in the bathroom? No she couldn't have! He'd gotten to her early, just like the time before with the mirrors, she should have no memory. Yet he'd also had to resuscitate her. Maybe the medications had affected one another. Perhaps it didn't fully take. No it had to! She'd be lucky to remember the evening, let alone walking into that bathroom.
Perhaps it was the opposite. Perhaps it had erased even more time. Maybe she thought she was still suppose to be with the cuck! He realized her distress made sense, if she forgot the entire night. He really didn't want to have to go get her, but knew he wouldn't be able to sleep, with his balls aching. He never slept better then when he was with her. He also needed to make sure she had made it home.
He grabbed his keys and sped off to her place. He left the way she had, and kept an eye out for her, but didn't see her. Of course, that had been days ago now. If she was still wandering around half- naked he'd be surprised. He worried someone might have saw her and taken advantage...someone other then him. He got to her place and practically flew up the stairs. He knocked on her door but she didn't answers. So he used the key he'd had made and let himself in. If she was home, he'd just say she'd left it unlocked or blame the cuck, for not locking up, however the apartment was empty.
He smiled grinding his teeth. He was started to get seriously annoyed...even worried. Then he saw his shoes and shirt abandoned on her floor. He let out a sigh of relief. She had in fact made it home. He checked her bathroom then sat down on her bed. He planned to wait only a few minutes, maybe she was shopping or out for a quick fuck or two. You think she would have had enough, but it had been a few days, and he'd given her a buffet. She could be so out of her mind that she was walking the streets taking it left and right.
After a minute he laid back on the bed. Her scent was fucking everywhere but so was the cucks. He groaned and didn't remember closing his eyes. He must have passed out, from the lack of sleep, and all the shit he'd took. He had bad dreams.
He dreamt he was dancing with her, she was beautiful and so naive. She had been so easy to manipulate, she never questioned him and always did as she was told. She was perfect...truly perfect! He wanted to cherish her tonight, it was their anniversary, but he had other things that required his attention. He left her to do some schmoozing and she went out on the balcony to get some air.
He did a quick pass of the room and kept meaning to check on her, but he kept getting interrupted. Someone always got in his way as he went to her. Everyone wanted his attention and yet he only wanted hers. He saw a glimpse of her back, moonlight hitting her shoulders, a light breeze rushed through her hair and dress. He could smell the beginnings of a storm.
She glanced back at him and he could tell something was off. She was talking to someone. Yes! Someone else was out on the balcony with her. He didn't like it! She noticed he'd noticed, her expression was a mixture of emotions. He felt this pit in his stomach. She looked at him her expression torn. She bit her lip and he began to push people aside trying to get to her. She looked away and suddenly there was a commotion. The room erupted in chaos. He looked around as people began to panic. He looked back at the balcony to see she was gone!
His heart dropped. He rushed to the balcony, but people kept getting in his way. He violently shoved them and a man appeared by his side. He assisted him through the chaos. When they got out on the balcony, she was running down a garden path, heading for the front gates and she wasn't alone! Some man had her hand! No not some man, it was the fucking cuck! He had somehow found them and convinced her to run away with him! He clenched his fists in fury, then clutch his chest in pain. How could she betray him like this!
For a moment he was lost in his agony. Thankfully the man with him, wasn't detoured and quickly called it in to the security staff. The man ran after them and he soon came to his senses and followed. They rushed down the garden path illuminated in the moonlight. He watched her dress flow behind her and told himself she would not get far. He and the man he was with, were fast and that front gate looked tall. Yet he watched in horror as she and the cuck simply jumped over it, higher then anyone possibly could.
The man he was with sped up, jumping over it as well. If they could make it, then why not him! He ran and crouched before leaping into the air. He practically flew as he jumped over the gate. He landed and kept on chasing. She looked back at him then rushed up to the cuck, wrapping her arms around him from behind. The wind picked up and she suddenly took off. He thought she was jumping, but she went up and up, literally flying away. His heart nearly exploded in his chest at her betrayal. He had promised to help her learn to fly, as long as she promised, not to fly away. Yet she was doing just that! He cursed her name, crying out to her. She was escaping!
He thought she understood! He couldn't live without her! Everything he did was for her! For their love! If she should condemn him, he would burn the world down! He had countless times before! She knew what he would do because of her and yet she still defied him! He stopped running as the man beside him, took out a strange gun. He shot them out of the sky and they plummeted to the ground. He rushed to her. She was bloodied and broken. They dragged the cuck away and he cared not what became of him. He knew the man he was with would take care of it.
He swept her up into his arms and carried her back to the mansion. He would not let her out of his sight again. She would not see the light of day or even the moon at night. She would not ever be allowed under an open sky. He would keep her locked away in a little room. He could not trust her. He would not lose her! She looked up at him weakly and he wanted to glare at her with such hatred. He wanted to instill fear into her with his wraith and yet his eyes filled with tears. He dropped down to his knees and clutched her tightly in his arms. She made him so weak...so pathetic...pathetic...pathetic.
The word rang throughout his mind as another horrible dream overtook him. He dreamt he was waiting for her at the alter and everything was perfect. He'd seen to every last detail himself. She hadn't had to do a thing, but show up.
He'd been in love with her since they were children. Since the moment she'd first walked into their classroom, wearing those pink cowboy boots and smiled at him. It was like the sun itself had come down, to shine just for him. There had been another who'd also taken an interest in her...the cuck! They were all in the same class and became 'friends.' When they were teenagers, he tricked the cuck into making a pact that neither would pursue her, or risk ruining their 'friendship.' The cuck believed him and stayed away. He got close to her and was always there for her.
Once they finished high school, the cuck went off somewhere and he made her his. He locked her down throughout college, secretly dating, and finally now that he had established himself, they'd made the announcement of their engagement. The cuck was somewhere on the other side of the world and had no clue. Today they would be wed, today they would make their eternal vows and yet she was running late.
He stood at the alter for hours…everything was perfect...perfect until it wasn't! The man from the other dream was there again. He was his best friend and his best man at the wedding. He looked to him now, hoping the man had found her. Yet his friend grimaced and shook his head. If his friend could not find her, then no one could. He worried something had happened to her!
He was ready to start an all out search, no stone would be left unturned but Bray was there, only she didn't look like herself. Bray admitted that his beloved had been getting ready when the cuck came by. Someone had let it slip, they were getting married and the cuck professed his love for her. His beloved had gone down to talk to the cuck and they argued in the street. He was upset Bray hadn't called him at once, but she said his beloved came back and put her wedding dress on. Bray assumed she'd be okay, but had run off. The cuck had stolen her away at the last minute.
His blood boiled and he vowed to destroy them both. He would hunt them to the ends of the planet for doing this to him….for making him look like a pathetic fool. They would never be together! They would never be happy! He'd make the cuck into mush and lock her away. He wouldn't marry her! No that ship had sailed for her, but he'd keep her, and make her see all she could have had. If she hadn't...hadn't-
He crumbled, falling to one knee on the ground. How could she do this to him! She was the love of his life! There wasn't anything he wouldn't do for her, everything was for her and yet still time and time again she chose the idiot over him! She chose wrong! Yes! She was stupid, so fucking stupid! She didn't know what she was doing! She didn't know what she wanted! Only he did! Only he knew what was right! He picked himself up off the ground and stormed down the aisle. If she could not make the right choices, then he would simply have to make them for her!
He woke to someone knocking at his door. How they got buzzed in was beyond him. He wasn't listed. He had private elevator access for a reason! He sat up and realized this was not his bed. This was not his place. He'd passed out and had been clutched a pillow in his arms. He threw it across the room. It had been night when he'd arrived, but he saw sunlight pouring through the windows. Not just any sunlight, bright sunlight. Noon, mid-day, he'd lost hours fuck, maybe even a full day. He ran his hand over his face as the knocking continued.
He staggered half-awake to the door. He opened it and some young guy was standing there in a mesh shirt and black jeans. He narrowed his gaze at him, wonder who the fuck he was. The guy seemed surprised to see him. Maybe he'd gotten the wrong address.
"Uh sorry," the young guy said pulling back to look at the address. He didn't leave but asked, "Uh is Gwyne here?"
"Yeah," he said opening the door wider, "Come on in."
The young guy came in and walked around like he was familiar with the place. Even though daylight was pouring in through the windows, all the lights were off in the apartment. He hadn't bothered turning them on. He still didn't bother as he shut and locked the door. He picked something out of his teeth, rolled his shoulders then cracked his neck, waking himself up.
The young man kept looking around and seemed wary as he asked. "Uh, where is she? The bathroom?"
Again the young man showed familiarity with the apartment as she walked down the hall and went straight to the bathroom. The young man had no doubt been here before.
He put his hands behind his back and asked the young man "How do you know her?"
"Uh," The young man realized quicker then most something wasn't right. "She's a friend of my cousin, Tawnie."
"Tawnie. I know Tawnie," he said but his face showed no emotion.
"Oh you do? Are you like Gwyne's brother or something?"
"Or something." he said.
"Right, uh well, I was just stopping by to see if, she...uhh- had the book I lent her. I can always get it later."
The young man came back down the hall and tried to leave but he stepped in his path. He was taller then the young man. Then again he was taller then most people. However there had been that man, from the club. The one who'd been the head of security. He had been taller. He thought of him again then the man from his dreams...they had a similar build to them. Not just in the way they carried themselves but the look in their eyes. He could use someone good for security, when he moved on to his next phase. The young man again tried to go around him, but it wasn't happening.
"What book did you lend her exactly." he said blocking his path again.
"Uh," the young man was clearly scrambling, he looked around the room for a book, no doubt. He walked up on him and the young guy kept stepping back until he was in the kitchen and there wasn't any more room to step back. The young man swallowed and nervously asked "Are you the boyfriend or something?"
"She doesn't have a boyfriend?"
"I mean, the guy she's seeing right now. I thought she was single, but like it's been a while so like I don't mean to interrupt anything here. I can go."
"Go? Where? I thought you were here to see Gwyne. To get your 'book' back."
The young man swallowed nervously and scratched his face, "Yeah man, but she's not here and I don't need the book. She can keep it!"
"Nah, that wouldn't be very friendly, FRIEND! You tell me what book you let her borrow and we'll find it together." He said, his eyes were crazed now and his smile was even more so.
He could see the fear on the young man's face, the desperation in his eyes."Nah man, I'm all good!"
He got in the young man's face. "So friend. You fuck her?" He was still reeling form those dreams and had some pent up anger, he wouldn't mind releasing.
"Nah man I-"
The young man tried to side step him again, and went as far as to hop up on the kitchen counter to get around him. He caught him like a bug trying to scurry away. He grabbed him then slammed his entire body into Gwyne's fridge, "DID... YOU... FUCK... HER!"
"Man please, please I don't want any trouble!"
He got in the young man's face and roared. "THEN TELL ME! DID YOU FUCK HER?"
"I- Man please just let me go!"
"Answer." he said pressing his cheek against the young man's face. "Did you fuck my whore?"
He started to crush him, smashing his body up against him, squeezing him against the fridge. "I- I- my cousin set it up, man! It was a surprise! A birthday present! You know, a one time thing, nothing serious! No strings! I DON'T EVEN KNOW HER!"
He pulled back tilting his head, "A birthday present?" He found himself slight amuse.
"Yeah man, it was just a one time thing never met her before or since, I swear?"
"I thought you said she was a friend of your cousin?"
"She is man, doesn't mean we're friends!"
"So why hook up now? Why the present this year?" he said narrowing his gaze.
"Shit man, Tawn said she was feeling down, fucking some...some really old guy, wanted something young. I just turn nineteen. I don't mean any disrespect to you man. She said she was single and shit. Like maybe with this firefighter, but my cousin said it was an open relationship, but it's none of my business man."
He must have thought he was the Cuck so that meant...the old guy, "Do I look like a cuck to you?"
"No man."
"This really old guy." he said. "What else you know about him?"
"Just that he's got some adult daughter who's pregnant. Guy's gonna be a grandpa or something."
He sighed then pulled back and lightly slapped the young man's cheek, "What's you're name."
"Div."
"Div. Short for?"
"Divon."
"Hmm,' he nodded, "Nice name."
"Thanks." Divon said.
He let him go and dusted him off, "Sorry for the mix up Divon. I thought you were someone else."
"Cool okay, can I go."
"Yeah sure get out of here."
"Okay," said Divon,
The young man didn't need to be asked twice. Divon rushed to the front door and scrambled to get the lock undone. He was fast but not fast enough. By the time he got the door open, he had a wire around his neck. Divon was always going to die, from the moment he knocked on the door, asking for Gwyne.
One he wasn't on the approved fuck list. Two the insult of calling him an old man. Three, he knew too much. Divon knew about his daughter and that she was pregnant. Tawnie was going to have to go too, one day, of course that had always been the plan. She and the cuck, anyone close to Gwyne could not live. He could not allow her to have anyone to turn to but him. Four, he could not stand all the lies and most of all five. If this was a one time hook up for Gwyne's birthday then why had he come back? Clearly he'd come for seconds. He wanted another taste. Ultimately this was Divon's fault. He should not have come back.
The young man put up quite the struggle scratching at his neck. When he couldn't get the wire off, Divon tried to fight back. He avoided his attacks with ease and as Divon finally started to succumb to his lack of oxygen he couldn't help but whisper to him "She's a blast, isn't she, Gwyne. She's beautiful and not very bright. Damaged good really, but she loves to fuck, a real nympho and those tits and that ass am I right. But that's not it...not all of it for me that's only skin deep and what Gwyne and I have." he said thinking back on his dreams. He'd had so many dreams of them now.
His eyes glossed over as his chest ached "What we have goes deeper then that. What she and I have is eternal...there is no other that makes me feel the way she goes. She can drive me up the wall...drive me absolutely mad at times but at the end of the day, she is the one, the only one I love. Huh. How fucked am I right?" Divon was already dead by the time he finished speaking. He'd gone on a bit too long, hadn't intended on it. He was still tired and messed up with the drugs. He just needed some good sleep, then he'd be back to his old self. He dropped the body and went to the bathroom. He washed his hands and cleaned off his wire before putting it back in his watch.
He probably shouldn't have killed Divon here. He might have more information, but he'd been annoyed. He debated looking for Tawnie, to see if they were together, but instead called the cuck's handler. The guy had seen them together on the day she'd run off. He had followed them onto the highway, but lost them at some point. He called the firehouse and got in touch with the captain. He used his connection as Marcus and asked if he could get in touch with Corrie. The captain didn't tell him where he was, only that he'd taken a vacation and would be back soon. He never like to stay away long.
So the cuck had gone on vacation and taken Gwyne with him. He pictured her in some skimpy bikini, or nude beach. Maybe they were somewhere in the woods, fucking away. Either way they'd gone off together. He made a few more calls then cleaned up the body and left. He hired some people to watch Gwyne's place around the clock, along with Corrie's firehouse and the house he was renting. As soon as they came back he wanted to be notified. It was time their relationship ended, once and for all.
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