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Re: ♪ Behind Closed Doors ♪ (Closed)
Posted: 04 Dec 2015, 16:43
by Skylar
"Oi!"
I call out after Ric as he attempts to flee. Okay so he's not fleeing far. Or very fast for that matter. But he's still running. No idea what it is about taking a shower with me that has him running for the hills but that's Ric for you. So what do I do? Do I let him go? Nope. Do I ****. I run after him, naked as that day I was born.
"What part of doing **** together did you not understand?"
I grab a hold of his hand and try and get him to look at me.
"No running babe. Use your words and tell me what it is your avoiding here. Cos if it's me, you and I have got issues and I need to get dressed again cos believe it or not, I don't much like the idea of arguing in the buff."
And I'm not lying either. I'll argue with Ric any day of the week. Mainly cos it gets my blood up, but more so cos I like make up sex. Not that Ric really needs that kinda thing. That's a me thing, not a him thing. I need the touchy feely crap. I need to know he still wants me and ****. And yes, I really am a girl. That little fact really shouldn't be shocking anyone. I'm such a ******* girl when it comes to my guy. It seriously ain't funny. I never saw myself as one of those girly girls, I've always been one of the guys. Can't rightly say the same thing for when I'm around Ric. He brings out my inner girl. I think that fact is as annoying to me as it is to him. Oh well. I'm gonna say it's his problem and not mine, cos it kinda is. Maybe. Maybe not.
"Please Ricky..."
I rub the back of his hand with my thumb.
"Come shower with me. I'll behave if I have ta. Just... Don't go... Please?"
See what I mean. When did I become this needy? **** it. I need this guy and if that means playing the damn damsel, it's what I'm gonna do. I'm not above begging him. Not if it gets him naked and in the shower with me. Which let’s face it probably benefits me more than him but I'm not above being selfish either. We're innately selfish creatures - people that is - and anyone that doesn't agree is a ******* liar.
Okay. So maybe two plus two should equal four and I should have been able to work out what he's running from, but I've really only just woken up and I really can be blonde when I want to be.
I'd like to say I like freaking my guy out, as generally I do, but not this time. I need to be with him and whether he knows it or not, he needs to be with me. I've been too focused on my music and he's been too focused on whatever it is that's had him hiding in cupboards.
Crap.
That's it, isn't it. It's the cupboard thing he's running from. Not me. Well, me wanting to talk about it, probably. But I didn't say we were gonna discuss it in the shower... did I? Is that what he thought I meant when I said we'd multitask? Pfft, can't be that. He knows what multitasking means when it comes to us and showers. We don't talk much, if at all once we're in there. Surely he knows that by now. Right?
****. What if it is me he's running from?
What the hell did I do this time? How the hell can I screw things up so quickly? I've barely opened my eyes and my guy is bolting for the door. My hand tightens on his. I don't want him running away from me and I'm sure the sullen expression on my face says as much.
Re: ♪ Behind Closed Doors ♪ (Closed)
Posted: 10 Dec 2015, 19:02
by Roderic
She doesn't let me get very far, which I should have figured, but I don't know why she thinks it's about her. I think it's a woman thing because I never think anything anyone says relates to me, but then again, Skylar and I are different like that too. I don't know if it's an ego thing, or what, but somehow everything I do or don't do has to be about Skylar in my wife's head. "No. No. No." I say calmly, even though my tone has a little bite of venom to it.
She has my hand in hers, and I'm okay with that. Just a hand, a hand that does work. A hand that does tasks. "I don't know." I tell Skylar as she says to use my words. I thought I had used my words. 'I'm leaving. Or I don't want to shower are words, right? Had I mumbled them or something?
She's doing that girl thing that girls do. Whining. They all do it to get their way. I've become aware of that in the last couple months. It's not cute and most men would probably balk at their wife being naked and whining at them because I know what she wants to do. But I don't want to do it. I just want to get away from her and go back to work.
"It's not you." Who am I telling? Skylar, or myself that? No. It's not that she's really done anything or that I've grown unattractive to my wife with the really nice calves and killer arms. It's just that it should be okay for people to want their space and to not have sex. I think so. "I just want space." I tell her and then sigh because I know that statement will lead to something crazy and far-fetched from my wife's mouth.
The circular motion on my hand from her has my attention and I look down at our hands with narrowed-beady eyes. I feel my defenses growing again. My skin is crawling and I shudder. The feeling of dread is crawling its way up from the soles of my feet, to the pit of my stomach. I feel sick. Anxious. Uneasy. I'm uneasy in my own space. "Don't touch me there." I bark out at her before I reel my hand away from her and jet a hand through my hair as I take a couple of deep breaths in. "Don't do that. Please." I bypass Skylar and close the door to the bathroom behind me, locking it.
Re: ♪ Behind Closed Doors ♪ (Closed)
Posted: 10 Dec 2015, 20:23
by Skylar
****.
Ric pulls away from me and I have no choice but to let him go. This wasn't what I wanted. What's worse, is that he's now in the bathroom, where I need to be. ******!
I go to his dresser and steal one of his t-shirts cos I'm not sitting out here naked and my robe is on the back of the door he's closed and locked on me. I have no ******* clue what I did. He doesn't usually freak out on me like this. Sure. He's had issues in the past when I've been touchy feely but I thought those days were behind us. And even then he never spazzed out like that.
I pull his shirt over my head and then go to the door and tap on it.
"Ricky?"
I call his name and settle down on the floor. I'm not sure how long he'll be in there and I don't wanna go all macho and **** and kick the door down. I could. But I won't. It's not normal for Ric to lock me out like this, so I'm not gonna go making things worse. I sit against the door jamb as best I can. Which means I'm half leaning on the door. My legs are pulled up in front of me and I've wrapped my arms around my legs. I don't need to worry about giving anyone a show while dressed like this. It's just Ric, me and the dog, as always.
I cast my eyes around the room but I don't see Blackie. I figure he must be in the front room considering Ric was in here just a few moments ago. I consider calling him to keep me company. I'd love to have him put his head on my knees so I could scratch his ears. It would comfort me and I kinda need that right now. Ric probably needs it more - comforting that is - but he won't let me near him.
"Ricky?"
I tap on the door again.
"Look. I don't know what I've done. Or not done. Or said. Or whatever. But whatever it is. I'm sorry okay. Don't be mad at me. I don't like whatever this is that's going on right here."
I know. He said it wasn't me but, well... what if he was lying? He doesn't usually lie to me but then he doesn't usually freak out like that either. This isn't one of his cute freak outs. This is a worrying one. Almost as worrying as finding him in the closet when I wake up. There's something wrong with my guy. I'd suggest therapy but he'd probably stab his shrink. Far better I play the role of therapist if you ask me. I may not be qualified but I can push him to talk. Slowly. And if he stabs me. Well then so be it. I shrug my shoulders at this thought. He's done worse in the name of love. I can take it in the name of whatever this is. Maybe.
I lean my head back against the wooden surround and sigh. This is not how a girl wants to start the day. In fact, this is making me wanna drink. Wouldn't that just make things better. Erm, nope. It would probably make things worse. I tell myself this and I believe me, but damn it if a shot or ten of Jack doesn't sound great right now.
I shiver as I realise that half my feelings aren't my own. Damn. Ric's pretty messed up. I mean I knew that. But still. As I sit there I start to think over what just happened. Did my touch make his skin crawl? If it did, that's new. And really ******* bad. My touch freaked him out. Though it wasn't until I started massaging the back of his hand that, that happened.
I really wish I could get inside his ******* head. Things would be so much easier if I could just root around in there and pull out what I need. Instead I'm stuck doing the slowly, slowly thing. Not that I'm going anywhere. I've got the time. I mean I doubt I'll find out today and we've kinda got eternity together. if we don't kill each other first. Though that ain't so likely. My battle babe instincts are so new they're all shiny and ****. Violence is not my go-to move. I could totally see Ric killing me though. In like a fit of passion or whatever. Actually, I kinda see Ric killing himself to get away from me. ******** better not think of doing that. I'll top myself, follow him to the Umbra and stalk his arse.
I bang on the door again. I'm actually banging this time though rather than tapping. I kinda just freaked myself out. He better not be ******* killing himself in there.
"Babe please. I'm really getting worried out here."
Re: ♪ Behind Closed Doors ♪ (Closed)
Posted: 24 Dec 2015, 03:52
by Roderic
I hear her. I hear the tone in her voice, even through the door. The rapping at it. She wants in, but Skylar already is in. She's sharing my dreams. What did she see? What does she know? What does she think? When did this start, exactly? This week? This whole month?
"You're worried about me being in the bathroom? Why?" Where am I going? Out the window? Wait. There is no window. Not anything bigger than an elbow to an arm's reach in the shower, above both our heads. It barely opens too, just a crack at about a forty-five degree angle or so. "You're worried about that, over stealing my dreams? Or sharing them? Or whatever it is you're doing?" It had to be her. I don't like to share things about myself, so why would I share anything with her? No matter the medium its traveling through.
I open the door a crack and look out at her. "How long, exactly?" I ask, my left eye looking out at her as my left foot keeps the door secured at the angle I want it to be open at. There are things I have dreamed about. Things that might be true. She said you could dream about experiences. "Did you see it all?" She probably doesn't know what I mean, and I'd rather not look at her at all when I say what I have to say. So I close the door again and slide down to the floor as I think about all the dreams I've had since Aliyah's come into my life and our father came to town. Thanks to her.
I'm not a pussy, but it looked like it in some of these dreams. "I wasn't hiding. Or anything." I tell her as I lean against the wall, my foot still pressed tight to the door. "I had a lot of toys in the closet. I played with them in there. For privacy. Space." I tell her about the times Skylar might have dreamed about me being in the closet. Though, I doubt she would buy it. None of them were dreams of me playing in there. More like sitting in there quietly. Behind clothes and blankets.
"My room wasn't really big. It's why I read a lot under the bed." I feel defensive. Why am I explaining any of this to her when she's the one invading my dreams and my life? "Could sprawl out and lay down. Stupid things kids do." I tell her. It's not lying. I did lay down under the bed, feet tight to the wall and would read during the day time hours. And from the last dream I had about that, it looked like I was playing hide and seek. The blankets were half way to the floor, with me holding my breath and waiting. I'm sure it was that stupid game kids play with their parents. Only I played with my mom and she was the one I was waiting for. Only now that I think about it, as I'm sitting here talking through the door, I realize something. My mom worked two jobs. She was hardly ever home.
Re: ♪ Behind Closed Doors ♪ (Closed)
Posted: 27 Dec 2015, 20:54
by Skylar
"I'm sure as **** not stealing your dreams Ricky."
Am I? ****. Maybe I am. I can vibe off his emotions, so why not his dreams. Though... That would be weird right. Muscling in on someone's dreams, that's like invading their thoughts. Which... Hmm... would actually be pretty cool. I'd love to get inside that beautifully messed up mind of his. Still, if it were me, wouldn't I know it? Maybe. Maybe not. And if it is me, why aren't I sharing my dreams with him. He might quite like some of those. Why would I pull dreams from him. Or memories. Or whatever these are.
I'm not sure he hears me when I tell him I'm not stealing his dreams and I don't plan to repeat myself. Well, not yet. I mean, I don't wanna lie to him. I can't rightly say what's what, so maybe I shouldn't say anything.
I'm still on the floor when the door cracks open and I have to be careful not to lean into it too much for two reasons; one, I don't want Ric to think I'm trying to force my way in there and two, if he slams the thing I don't want my skin being pinched in it, cos yeah, that will hurt. I know. I know. The big, bad vampire being scared of being pinched. I can stand the pain. I can. I've been blown to **** too many times in the past year. Actually. I haven't stepped in any traps lately. Hmm... Go me!
I mentally shake myself out of my musing and focus on Ric. Oops. Didn't mean to sidetrack myself. I never mean to do it, it just kinda happens. I can focus. I can. I prove this to myself by watching Ric as I listen to him and try to feel him out at the same time. Feel hi out, not feel him up. Big difference. And while I'm sure he wouldn't appreciate me dong either right now, the former is kinda necessary.
How long has it been going on? The **** if I know. I didn't realise this was a thing till like, now. And did I see what? My guy is speaking in riddles. or at least it seems that way to me. He closes the door again and my heart sinks. This sucks. It's too early for this ****. I need a large coffee or something. Damn it if that whiskey isn't calling my name being all loud and obnoxious and ****.
Nope. No drinking. Come on Skylar. You can do this. Relationship stuff is easy. Right? Oh god, I should have dated more and fucked less. I might know what I'm doing then. My insecurities are driving me nuts. And I feel embarassed maybe. Nervous? Is that me? Is that Ric? Damn. And he wants me out of his head. If he had this little superpower I swear he'd demand it be returned to wherever it came from. He'd probably find a way to do it to, he's stubborn like that; I swear there's nothing Ricky couldn't do if he actually felt motivated to do it.
And just like that Ric does the one thing I didn't think he ever did. He lies to me. If I thought my heart ached before, it's ******* shattered now. I place my hand against the door and close my eyes. My guy's hurting. I don't like that. I don't like that he feels he has to hide anything from me.
"Babe. I don't know why you're trying to justify that stuff to me."
I wanted to say 'justifying that ****' but that's probably rude. It's not ****. It's important stuff. Especially if it's all true. It was his life. His childhood. I hid under **** too but that was usually so I could spy on Brett without him noticing me. I idolised my brother. Still do in some ways.
I tap lightly on the door with the nail of my index finger, my palm still against the wood like I could actually reach through the blasted thing and reassure him.
"I'm not judging Ricky. You know I love ya right?"
I don't know why I said that. Ric probably won't understand what I mean by that; sub-text isn't his thing.
"Please open the door."
I'm not shouting through the door. Just talking. Like me, Ric has great hearing and I don't wanna spook him anymore than I have done already.
"I'm not sure when it started."
I shrug to myself.
"I've dreamed about you since the night we met."
I don't mind admitting that, though fantasised might be a more accurate description of my early dreams. Oh who the hell am I kidding, I still fantasise about him. I mean who wouldn't? He's every girl's wet dream. Again... I've veered off topic. I'm pretty sure these feelings are mine and mine alone.
I sigh.
"I guess my dreams changed a few weeks ago. Maybe a month or two ago. I dunno. I didn't think to mention it before now. I just thought it was my overactive imagination. You know what I'm like. Though I should have realised something was up, since my dreams are usually a lot more... Well... If this, whatever this is, went the other way... I'd be really ******* embarrassed. I'm pretty sure you don't need to know the delightfully wicked things you do to me in my dreams. Hey wait..."
I suddenly pull my hand from the door as I sit up.
"Have you...? Have you had any weird sex dreams recently?"
I'm not sure Ric has sex dreams of his own. I mean I know the guy has appetites, now, but I'm not so sure that side of him existed before me. And he's really ******* inventive, more so than me, usually because he looked something up online. He's good like that.
****. Skylar. Focus! Mind out of the gutter woman!
I put my head on my knees and look at the door. I’ve never hated an inanimate object so much before in my life. And I do really ******* hate this door. I wonder if Ric would notice if it suddenly disappeared. I mean it’s just us here. What do we need a bathroom door for anyways?
Re: ♪ Behind Closed Doors ♪ (Closed)
Posted: 05 Jan 2016, 03:08
by Roderic
Do I know if Skylar loves me? I do. I know she does, even if she has some antics that drive me insane. I start to wonder if maybe I am going insane. Velveteen said people like me, the ones that fed off vampires did that. Go insane. Sometimes I want to strangle her and then the next moment I want to assert my dominance in other ways. It's rare that the latter thought comes up, but it does from time to time.
"What?" I open the door, more than a couple inches now and look down at Skylar. "Weird, what? What does that have to do with anything?" Again, I feel the hackles start to rise. "This isn't about sex." I don't know why she's focused on sex at a time like this. No, I do. It's Skylar. She could have sex every day and still talk about it. She could have sex multiple times a day and still think about it and want to have more sex. But this time, more than any was the worst time to talk about wanting it.
"I don't think about that like you do. Which means I don't dream about sex." I cross my arms at my chest, the door half way open, just enough to see Skylar and then half way closed, just enough to close the door quick if I want to. Which is still an option. Something seems off. Not right. Something I said.
I think about everything I just said. I asked some questions. Those were right to ask. I rethink about my statements. Those have to be the things that aren't right. I don't think about sex like Skylar does. That is a fact. Which means the other statements of 'I don't dream about sex,' and 'This isn't about sex' are my narrowed down options. I don't dream about sex, do I? I can't think of a time when I did dream about that with Skylar. If I want to have sex, I have sex. There's no reason to dream about it. Not that we can control our dreams, but I'm sure if I was dreaming about sex, I would wake up and have it. My wife sleeps next to me.
So, that leaves my initial statement to dissect. If this isn't about sex, what is it about? Playing hide and seek? My mom never being around? Or my not so glamorous life style growing up? Can't be that. Skylar knows about that. She knows my mom wasn't around. I've told her a couple times.
There's that feeling again. Jittery and apprehensive rolled up inside one big ball as I realize something.
This is about sex.
Only, it's not about sex with my wife.
Re: ♪ Behind Closed Doors ♪ (Closed)
Posted: 05 Jan 2016, 23:33
by Skylar
I'm contemplated door murder, more specifically death by chipper, when Ric cracks it open just a bit so I can see him again. This is odd behaviour even for him. He's annoyed at me now, but I don't so much mind that, in fact it makes me chuckle. Ric's a smarty-pants but he's still quite a dumbass at ties. He's having trouble connecting the dots, and following my train of thought, even though I thought I'd been quite clear. Maybe Ric was the kinda kid that couldn't do dot to dot's, maybe he was the kinda kid that followed his own path and made the picture he wanted to see by ignoring the numbers. No wait. That was me. Ric's OCD probably wouldn't let him skip numbers or colour outside of the lines for that matter. Aw how cute. Little Ric being a good boy. I could almost laugh at that thought. Obviously I don't. My guy's still broken. I need him fixed. I probably need to explain - yet again - that I was checking if the connection went both ways. Sounds like he's not been having my dreams. So, yeah. Weird. If this were my power, I'd definitely be sharing the delicious wickedness that is my mind. Hmm... Maybe not.
I'm tempted to try and block the door with my leg or something. Maybe shuffle forward? But I don't. The door's open and I don't wanna spook him. I treat my guy like a wounded animal at times. Best not to corner him. I just need him to know I'm here.
I don't manage to stop myself from rolling my eyes though when he says he doesn't think of sex. He must do. Probably not much. Probably not as much as me. Or any other human being. But Ricky must have urges. All guys do. Right? He certainly isn't lacking in the bedroom department.
"I'm not suggesting you're a sex fiend babe. That would be my role in the relationship."
I wink at him playfully but I don't think he's in the mood for my jokes. He's wigging out again.
"I just wondered if you were getting my dreams. You know. Like, wondering if the dream sharing went both ways. I guess not. Probably a good thing. Wouldn't want to melt that beautiful brain of yours with my warped ideas."
I'm teasing. Playing. Trying to lighten the mood.
I don't think it's working.
"You alright babe. Your emotions are all... weird. Very un-Ric like."
I don't know how else to explain it and I'm not gonna try. Either he tells me, or he don't. I sure as **** ain't gonna push him today. Not after he's closed the door on me several times and freaked out on me and stuff. I'm still scared to touch him. I haven't moved. Okay. So maybe I'm not scared. I'm worried. I'm just not going to move until he gives me some sort of signal that I should.
Re: ♪ Behind Closed Doors ♪ (Closed)
Posted: 07 Jan 2016, 04:08
by Roderic
I don't care what Skylar says, she knows what she meant. She knows something and I don't like what it is she knows. She's seen it in my dreams. In dreams I didn't even realize I was having until she brought it up. And she brought it up because she knows. Skylar knows exactly what she's doing. Women do. They play these games with your head. They try to, but I usually catch on. Only, I hadn't until it was too late. Usually I'm smarter than this, but I've been stupid and let my guard down.
"No. I'm not alright." I say calmly, even though the bathroom is starting to grow darker as the shadows bend and contort in at least ten different directions, lashing out at everything. They lick at my legs and bite into them, drawing some black blood from the licks they've made. "I know what you meant. What you saw." I don't remember the dreams, not to a 't,' but I've filled in the blanks and as soon as I started doing that, there were things that came to light. Things that were hidden in deep, dark places of my mind.
There's a loud crack against the bathroom door as a thick tentacle of black slaps against it and it vibrates against my foot. I jump up, yanking the door open with me, showing the shadows that I was in control. Not them. I have control over the situation. I can control this situation. I will control it.
What to do? For a second, I think about doing the first thing that comes to my mind. The natural response. Get rid of the evidence. Get rid of Skylar. She knows too much. The thought brings a sense of panic to me after thinking that. I want to get rid of what she knows, but not get rid of her. I like my wife. Even if she can be described as a big ball of glitter that explodes and makes messes everywhere. I love my wife. I can't kill my wife. I could. Physically, I could. I know I could. I just can't bring myself to kill her. Something small, in the back of my head tells me its wrong to even think that thought.
"You saw it. You know what happened." I say in a tone. It's slightly accusatory. "You couldn't leave some things alone. You happy now?" I'm feeling wounded and a little vulnerable even. I know I haven't shared a lot of my life with Skylar; or anyone. But there were reasons for that. Our life was as different as night and day. Some things I didn't want to re-live. And it seems that some things, I didn't remember until now.
Re: ♪ Behind Closed Doors ♪ (Closed)
Posted: 09 Jan 2016, 00:22
by Skylar
He's got that look, the one he gets when I've done something wrong or stupid. I hate that look. Not that I get it as much these days, but I still get it. Of course I do. Look who you're talking to here. I blame my hair colour. Or bad genetics. Though hair colour is determined by genetics, so I guess I really only blame genetics. Yep. It's easier to believe I'm programmed this way, than to believe it’s a choice or something. Though really... if it were a choice I wouldn't be any different. Trouble loves me and I love it; life would be so boring without a little wickedness to spice things up. Fortunately, my guy's is all kinds wicked deliciousness. Maybe a little too wicked, if what's going on in the bathroom now is anything to go by.
I watch as the room darkens and shuffle away a little. It's not an act you can do gracefully or without a certain amount of expose when you're sitting on the floor in just a t-shirt but I'm not really concerned about how I look right now. I don't go too far though. Just far enough that I don't think I'm gonna be sucked into the crazy. Though really... I should know better.
Ric's rambling about what I saw, and truly at this moment in time I have no clue what he's on about or what I've done to upset him. I can feel his anxiety rising and man if I don't hate that. His emotions go all screwy and I try not to get swept up in them too much. It's easier to separate myself out form others but with Ric they're like quicksand; the moment he allows me in, I want to be there and I could damn well drown in them after that. He's always been a tricky one to get a beat on, but once you do - or rather once I do - I find it difficult to ignore.
"I... I don't know..."
I start to almost defend myself but things are getting lively in the bathroom and I'm at just the right height to see what his powers are doing to him. I don't like watching him hurt himself and I'm not really sure how to stop it. I mean if our roles were reversed he'd probably distract me with kisses or a cold shower. Ric though, he ain't so easy to distract and I'm not sure this - whatever it is - is something I should be distracting him from.
I want to tell him to screw off when he turns his anger on me - or his insecurities I should say. I still have no clue what he's taking about and I'm getting pretty ******* annoyed at myself for not being able to click to whatever is I'm supposed to have seen or done or know.
I scramble to my knees and then find my feet. It's as I'm standing and trying to figure out how to calm the beast that what's going on hits me. It's seven-shades of fucked up is what it is. I want to grab a hold of him and crush him to me and tell him that it's all gonna be okay, but well... Ric. With anyone else that might be a solution but one, Ric would hate me lying to him. I mean yeah, he is okay now and stuff, but that doesn't erase the past. He probably needs therapy. He sure as **** needs to talk to someone, and I'm more than willing to be that person if he'd actually be willing to put this into words.
"Oh ****."
The words are out of my mouth before my brain can come up with something comforting. If there is anything that can be said to comfort someone that had that kind of traumatic upbringing. If that Dwayne dude is still alive, he needs to die, like yesterday.
"It's not your fault babe."
**** defending myself, I'll defend him. He can blame me for putting ideas in his head or whatever, but it’s obvious this needed out, else I'd never have dreamed it all.
I reach for his closest hand, take a hold of it and squeeze it ever so gently as I try and look into the depth of those gorgeous dark eyes of his.
"It's not your fault. Calm down okay. You're safe here. Or you were, till you started with all that creepy *** shadow **** you're pulling in there."
My eyes flicker to the blackness behind him. If he pulls me in, so be it. I won't fight him. I want to pull him out but it likely won't do much good, as he'll bring all that **** with him in here then if I did.
"Please babe. Calm down and get yourself under control. It's just you and me here. You're safe with me. You know that."
He should know that. I might be the kind to slap a guy but I'd never do him any real damage. Besides, strong as I am, I'm pretty sure he'd put me on my arse before I even thought to strike him. He's better than me at the violence, not that he's ever hurt me. Well, he's hurt me, but only in fun and playful ways. Sick, kinda sadistically, fun and playful ways, but still, I don't think he wants me in pain or anything.
Re: ♪ Behind Closed Doors ♪ (Closed)
Posted: 12 Jan 2016, 23:13
by Roderic
I almost believe that Skylar doesn't know anything, but that doesn't calm me or the shadows connected to me down. It doesn't ease our minds as I stand there, still as stone, the shadows whipping around, destroying most of everything in the bathroom. The mirror above the sink is cracked from the slashing of the shadows, the shower curtain has been destroyed from jagged rips and tears from them and anything on the bathroom counter has been knocked over and broken from the shadows. Never mind the wounds I've sustained on my arms, legs and back from my own shadows. I think they're mine, but maybe they aren't. Doesn't make sense that I would harm myself, even if I can take a few good blows.
But she says two words and I know she knows what she's seen. That she's certain about it, especially when she starts saying it's not my fault. That it's that douche bag Dwayne's. I already know it's not my fault. I was a ******* kid. He was the adult. Adults know what is write and what is wrong. Adults know when they're taking advantage of a situation and he was that sort of guy.
I flinch away from my wife as she grabs my hand and she keeps trying to reassure me that what happened wasn't my fault. To calm down. To relax and that I was safe. "No." I jerk my hand away with more oomph than the flinch I had done a few seconds ago. "I don't want you to know." The shadows coil around the two of us, engulfing us within them as they obliterate any solid surface in the room we're in. "It doesn't mean anything." I protest to her, because it doesn't. Didn't. I actually don't know anymore.