“I’m headin’ that way in a few.”
Fourteen
Kyza
Paul asked me to go down to the store and grab some more paper towels for the clinic. It was strange that he asked when it was as late as it was. He typically doesn’t like me going out at night. As I’m walking back I nod my head to the music I’m listening to through my headphones. It’s a nice night for a walk.
I’ve asked myself why I’ve stayed here for this long. The plan was always to keep moving, but once I got settled in with Paul I found that I loved Miami. There’s always something happening and that helps to keep me busy.
Our neighborhood isn’t the best, but I can walk right over to all of the clubs and be in the heart of town in the matter of minutes. I can get lost in the crowd and never look back if that’s what I chose to do. Some days I consider it.
I’m walking behind the clinic ready to head back inside when something catches my attention. I see a shadow move and I just react. I swing the bag of paper towels around and it collides with the shadow.
“Did you really think that would hurt?” Monster’s voice thunders through the night.
“You asshole! What are you doing creeping around in the dark?”
“I thought you liked me better in the dark?”
Bastard. I swing the bag and hit him again even though I know it won’t hurt him.
“You’re a prick. What do you want?”
I unlock the door and head inside. Monster isn’t far behind me. I set the bags in the back before I flip the lights on.
“Pack a bag,” he says looking me in the eye.
“Have you lost your mind?”
“No. Pack a bag. You’re comin’ with me.”
He crosses his arms over his chest and just glares at me. I laugh and turn around while shaking my head. I walk into my room and drop onto the bed. I’m exhausted from the day. I lie down, grab my blanket, and pull it up over my body.
“Why don’t you ever listen?”
“I’m tired,” I mumble from under my blanket. “Go away.”
In mere seconds I feel the bed shift and I know that he’s behind me. His words from that night have lingered in the back of my mind. I’ve let them sink in and I’ve thought it over. What if he’s right? What if I really am hiding from who I truly am? That’s not what I wanted. None of this is what I wanted, but it is my life now. This is what I’ve chosen to do.
“You’re comin’ with me,” his deep voice sends a chill down my spine.
I roll over so that my back is toward him. I’m not going anywhere with him after the way he made me feel. I like it too much and that’s dangerous.
“No. I don’t think I am.”
In seconds the comforter is pulled off of my body and Monster has me rolled over onto my stomach. His strong body is pressed against mine as I wiggle to try to get away from him.
“Stop! What the hell?” Monster just keeps me pinned in place.
His lips caress the back of my neck and I find myself almost moaning. I hate him for making me feel this way.
“I said you’re comin’ with me. I don’t give a shit if I have to fuck you into submission or tie your ass to the back of my bike, but you’re comin’,” he whispers as his mouth continues to torture me.
Fucking me into submission does sound good, but there is too much happening inside of me right now. Monster’s hand slips down my side and I let a moan slip out this time. He chuckles against my ear, “Put your hands above your head.” I do so without thought. He growls low in his throat. In a matter of seconds I feel something cold around my wrists. Before I can stop him he’s off the bed. I roll over and my mouth hangs open. He’s handcuffed me and my arms are trapped tight.
“What the fuck is this?” I ask holding my confined wrists out toward him.
“That’s you comin’ with me. I told you that you were comin’. You’re such a goddamn, stubborn, little shit.”
He shakes his head and starts grabbing my clothes and stuffing them into a bag.
“I’m not going with you. For one, I don’t even know where you’re going. Two, you just handcuffed me,” I yell even louder.
Monster doesn’t seem to care. He just laughs and continues packing my shit.
“You need anything else? Girl items?”
I raise my eyebrow at him, “Girl items? Really? You can’t say pads or tampons?”
“Do you need them or not?”
“No asshole. Not yet.”
He grunts and it vibrates through his muscular body. I can still remember what he felt like pressed against me. That high he makes me feel. I swallow hard. My mouth is suddenly dry from just the memories.
“What are you thinkin’ about? You’re blushin’.”
I look away from him quickly. I don’t want him to see me like that. In fact, I just want him to leave.
“Can you take these off now? Play time is over.”
“Play time has just begun. Let’s go.” He leans down and jerks the cuffs which makes me stand up.
He doesn’t let me go even as I protest the entire way outside. Monster locks the door before he stuffs my pack into one of the bags on the side of his bike. He turns back to me and smiles like an idiot looking like he’s just won the lottery. His eyes drink me in from head to toe and stop on the cuffs before his eyes come up to meet mine.
“You expect me to ride like this?” I ask as I hold the cuffs up in the air.
He nods his head, walks toward me, and lifts me up into his arms. He walks me over to the bike and sets me on the back before he places the helmet onto my head.
“What if we wreck? Huh? How am I supposed to cushion the fall?”
I’m trying everything I can think of to try to get out these things. Monster just laughs and climbs on in front of me. Glad to know I can be a source of amusement to him.
“Put your arms over my head,” he demands.
I think about ignoring him and just risk falling off, but when he growls, yes he growls, I do it. He pulls my arms down so that I’m securely plastered to his back. Never mind that it’s an amazing back.
“What if we wreck?” I ask once more just to be a pain in his ass.
“Then we go down together,” he states simply.
He slides his helmet on and revs up his bike. I tighten my arms around him and find myself strangely okay being cuffed to this man. I would have never thought that, but the way he is with me is something I could find myself getting used to. Monster doesn’t give me the option to stay away from him. It’s the opposite in fact. He gives me space when he feels I need it, but he always seems to come back; like now.
We pull out from behind the clinic and onto the main road. The wind whips around us and I rest my head against his back. His muscles tense, but then he grabs my thigh and gives it a squeeze. I don’t know what he means by doing that. Is he reassuring me, or is this something else? I’m so confused by the feelings I have for him. With everything that has happened in my life it’s hard to differentiate all these new confusing emotions from each other. Some days I feel like I’m still back there; stuck in that house. Some days I feel like a new person, but Monster was right about one thing. I’m hiding who I truly am, and the more I’m around him the more I can feel her in there.