EroticReverie

Eve

Tears burn my eyes as I run from the bathroom. Run. He yells. I hesitate, wondering if he’s talking to me. But when he yells it again, I dart off the bed. Not caring to clutch the towel that falls from my body as I move as fast as my feet will take me. 

I nearly fly face first down the stairs. My mind racing. Where? Where am I going to run to? How long do I even have till him or one of the others come to find me?  

When I get to the bottom of the stairs , my eyes are filled with tears. As I picture Malachi on his knees , begging me not to leave him. I choke on a sob. I have to run. Malachi would hurt me. Whether he wanted to or not. And it was just a matter of time before he went too far , wasn’t it? Only a matter of time before the violence inside him broke me beyond repair? He could kill me. Without even meaning to. 

Where am I going to go? I stand naked and panting at the front door. Looking out into the yard and tall grass , my heart pounding and my entire body shaking. 

I take one shaky step forward. My foot outside the door , and pull it back. Stupid. I was stupid and broken.  He’d fucking broken me. I slip backward. Back into the house and gently open the closet door. He’d expect me to run , to hide somewhere in the grass. In the woods. Or run to the roads. I slip in the closet as I hear his foot step start to run through the upstairs and I pull the door shut. Holding my breath as I hear him slam his feet to the stairs. Thudding as he hits the landing and throws open the door. 

I wouldn’t have made it anyways. I was so much shorter. My legs wouldn’t carry me fast enough to run from him. He’d see me, still hear me moving through the grass. There was too much open land around the house. I had nowhere to run. Except here. I stand in the closet. My lips trembling and my eyes shutting tightly as I hear him yell for me. I listen to him scream for me again. His voice breaking and then I hear more footsteps in the house. Nearly forgetting that Ryder and Lazarus are here still. It’s been days since I’ve even seen them. What state were they in? Would they hurt me or help me? I couldn’t be sure.  They were all wild cards. Broken men that I could never be sure of. 

I hear them run outside of the house. I hear Malachi scream for me again and my cheeks are soaked with tears that drip down my face. Down my neck and my chest. Covered in my tears as I listen to their voices. I hear the car start and peel across the gravel. All three of them calling my name. 

How long would they look for me? How long would it be before they came back to the house? I couldn’t stay in this closet. What could I do? How long did Malachi need to fight the demon inside of himself before I was safe around him? Had he already beat it for now? Or did he still want to hurt me?

I open the door a crack. Holding my breath once more as I slip out of the door and shut it and then walk to the window that looks out to the front yard. 

A form sits in the front yard, hunched over. Malachi. Naked and pulling at his hair. Crying. My heart pulls in my chest in a way I’m not sure I’ll ever understand. Why do I care? Why do I love him? Why do I want to run through the front door and wrap my arms around him? Why is he the way that he is? Why can’t he just be good to me? 

I bite my lip from the inside and shake my head. I turn and move through the house. Going to the kitchen and opening cupboards. Pulling out food. Moving slowly and quietly. They would look for me for awhile. Because they know the implications if I escape. They’re thinking that I’m going to bring them down. 

I hold a dozen things in my arms. Enough for a few days if I just ration it right. I pull a jug of water from the fridge. Hoping they won’t miss it, and I go the last place they’ll think to look for me. I go to the basement. Sliding through the door. A few things in my hands falling as I open the door. And I flinch. Hoping that they’re not going to hear me. Then I move and slip down the stairs. Grabbing the fallen items as I carry them to the basement. 

I don’t know what’s behind the door that I’d seen down there. But I hoped it would be a room big enough for me to lay down in.  

I’ve been down here enough to feel my way in the dark. Shaking and shivering as I feel along the wall with my hand , while clutching the items under my arm and holding the jug of water with my fingers. 

I open the door. It’s louder than I’d like. It creaks loudly  and I hold my breath and decide they wouldn’t hear it. I’m not sure if Malachi is still outside though. I’m not sure if Ryder and Lazarus both went in the car or just one of them. I slip inside and pull the door shut. There’s no small window high up like in the main area of the basement where they keep the cages and the table they strap victims to. The table they strapped ME to. 

I feel around. Waving my hand and find no light switch. I bend down. Letting the food and water jug slip from my hands. 

It felt like a decent size room. Not too small.  I yelp when my foot hits something on the floor. But it’s soft. Fabric. My heart pounds and I wave my arms up in the air slowly. Feeling around. Not touching anything at all. I take a breath and step forward my arms still waving till I feel it. A string hanging from

The ceiling. I wrap my fingers around it and pull. The electricity buzzes and the light flickers as it comes on.

I suck in a breath , thankful that there’s not fucking bodies or something else horrific inside the room with me. There’s  tall stand up shelf along one wall. With several cleaning supplies and rags that appear to be clean. I look down to my feet and step back. Standing over a pink t shirt that’s part of a pile of clothes in the middle of the floor. Mens clothes. Womens clothes. We’re these ….oh god…my dress…the dress I was wearing the night that they took me. These were clothes of the people they took. There’s so many and I think I’m going to be sick. I hold my stomach and keel over and drop to my knees. My mouth watering as I try to will myself not to throw up. 

I whimper and cry as I sit there. Kneeling in the clothes of people who were just like me. Except I was still alive. I grab my dress. It’s dirty but I pull it over myself anyways to have something over me. You should have ran. You should have at least tried to run I tell myself. 

How long could I stay down here? How long till they brought someone else down here? I could stay quiet. I could stay here till the food I took ran out. Then maybe I could listen and hope to sneak back up for more when they weren’t home. But they were always home. Only ever leaving when business has to be taken care of.

I pull my legs in and wrap my arms around them as I rest my chin on my knees. Hearing the faint voice of someone yelling my name outside. Ryder. Where is Malachi? Is he still kneeling on the ground outside in the same spot ? Lazarus must have been the one in the suv. 

I sit there for hours it seems. Shivering. It was always cold down here. I sit there and listen , I’m not sure exactly how long they stay out looking for me. But it’s a long time. I can’t tell what time it is. But it feels like it at least has to be morning before I hear the doors upstairs and the arguing starts. 

I hear Ryder yelling. I hear Lazarus freaking out. I don’t hear Malachi. But Ryder is yelling at him. 

“HOW COULD YOU LET HER GO?! DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOUVE FUCKING DONE?!” 

It goes on and on. 

“WHAT IF SHE GOES TO THE COPS. BRINGS THEN BACK HERE. HUH?!”

There’s at least a good twenty minutes of Ryder yelling at Malachi and Lazarus interjecting and telling Ryder to calm down. 

“She won’t go to the cops” Lazarus yells at Ryder. 

“YOU DONT KNOW THAT.  WHY THE FUCK WOULDNT SHE?!” Ryder yells and things are thrown. Walls are hit. But still not a peep from Malachi. At least none that I can hear. 

“Where are you going?!” I hear Ryder yell. 

“Leave him alone!” Lazarus yells and Ryder keeps yelling as I assume Malachi leaves the room. 

“We’re fucked! He fucked us! She’s gonna fuck us!!!!” Ryder yells. 

I listen to it continue. Till I hear Lazarus tell Ryder to get some sleep. And then listen to the foot steps above carry away into the house and I look at the clothes all around me. Hating what I’m about to do. But it’s so cold. I find a pair of filthy socks. Pulling them on.  I pull on a pair of thick mens jeans that are way to big but cover my shivering legs. And I dig through the pile and pull out a hoodie that I think was a woman’s. I pull that on. Hoping that the people they belonged to can forgive me for wearing their things. The last things they ever wore. As I hide in the basement of the monsters who took their lives, because I’m too scared to run from them. I hope they forgive me for the fact that I don’t even want to run. 

I push the clothes into a flat pile and grab a clean towel from the shelf and lay it over the bunched up pile of shirts I’ve pushed into the shape of a pillow.  Then I pull the cord and lay myself down. 

It takes awhile. But I sleep. And I sleep for the longest I have since I got here. Uninterrupted. No waking to Malachi touching me. But I dream of it. I dream of the good in him.