It amazed me given the circumstances; she was the best lighting to my dark room. That shift came again, the strong urge to touch and be near her stiffened me.
She tried to frantically sit up, but her arms gave out as her body trembled from being too weak and scared.Could she be having withdrawals?The process had already started.
“Please—”
“Don’t.” I said in a calm voice. I was tired of hearing the word please from her.
She froze like I expected. Her eyes lifted to mine helplessly. I eyed the tears that welled up in her eyes as she asked me why. They all asked why, there was no point in explaining when I could simply show. I walked to her, my owls shifted and watched intently.
She managed to scoot back until she felt the velvet black couch behind her. She practically crawled up it until her back hit the cushion. She pulled her knees up to her chest then wrappedher arms around them. Slowly she started to rock back and forth. I stopped in front of her and looked down. I studied the way her breath shook, the way her hands clenched. She was stubborn, her eyes refused to look away even though she was terrified.Fight, I love that.
I reached out; she flinched. I shouldn’t have smiled, it probably made things worse, but who gives a fuck? I squatted down in front of her as her tears spilled down her pretty round face.
My impulsiveness thumped throughout my entire being. I desperately wanted to lick up her salty tears then rip the middle of her shirt off to eye her luscious titties.
Self-control, Kenric. Patience is key.I told myself before talking.
“You should stop crying. You’re here now, it’s done.” I gave her a small smile.
Mira’s lips parted; a sob broke through as her body shook. She shook her head from side to side in denial as I shook my head up and down to tell her that this wasn’t some sick twisted nightmare. It was her new reality.
“Please.” She whispered.
“Please? Is that all you know how to say?” I chuckled.
“Help!! PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!!” She mustered all the strength left inside of her to scream.
I looked at my owls and shook my head in disbelief.
“I told you in the alley last night, that your voice is too pretty, too sexy and soft to waste it on screaming.” I clicked my teeth.
“I hate all the fucking noise that you keep making, you must be punished for that since you keep doing it. The owls will now eat before you do.” I shook my head at her.
“This isn’t a game you can leave Mira.” I continued to warn her. I moved my face close, until it was inches away from hers.
She needed to etch me into the forefront of her brain, down to the shiny gold teeth in my mouth in each corner. I willed her mentally to look me in the eyes so she could see the truth in them.
“You stepped on my board the second you looked me in the eyes…weeks ago. Thank yourself…you just couldn’t stop looking.” I chuckled out.
“I don’t fucking know you!” She choked out.
“Mouth, Mira…Watch your fuckin’ mouth when you speak to me.” I reached out and softly pinched her bottom lip.
“It’s not lady like to curse.” I smirked.It’s also not ladylike to do fuckin’ drugs!
My eyes went to her full heavy breasts, her nipples stiffened although she had the nerve to have a frown on her face.Already reacting to my touch, little owl.
“Besides…you will know me. I can present to you the opportunity to know me for a lifetime if you are who I think you are.” I promised her.
My thumb brushed over her bottom lip where I squeezed; I pressed down enough to make her mouth open. I listened past the owl’s feathers ruffling to hear the soft desperate whimper that slipped past her pouty pink lips. I took my hands off of her and she fell back against the couch. Her eyes went big as her hand flew to her mouth in shock.
I stood up and turned to pick her violin case up from the floor. I opened it slowly then held it out to her. She shook her head no frantically.
“No, I don’t want it.” She cried out. I knew that was a lie, soon I would know her deep connection to this instrument.
“I want you to play.” I lied partially.
I didn’t want; I needed her to play. It did something kind to my soul. Kindness was hard to come by. I hadn’t had kindness since my younger years, before my mom got hooked on drugsthen...overdosed.The kindness that I received from the men and women I was surrounded by was forced by fear. It wasn’t nurturing or comforting. Without my parents alive, I didn’t know what was sincere even if it was. My parents never faked anything or lied to me to get my approval. They didn’t give a fuck whether I accepted them or not. I respected them for that.
