“Such a pretty, broken thing…”
Melancholy sucks me under, like ocean waves during a storm. I’m just panting, lying on my stomach, staring at the dark corner of the room while Dash flops next to me. He scoots in closer, and I wrap my arms around him, amazed by how different he feels.
In the blink of an eye, he’s Dash again.Like flipping a switch.
It is so very messed up, and I feel awful for whatever is going on in his head. I’m weighted to the rickety cot by the guilt of fooling around with someone in the throws of psychosis.Someone who doesn’t even know that I exist, and who doesn’t want me.
He wants his officer…
Not a slutty stranger as a proxy.
At the same time, I know it’s not all my fault. Because Dash’s officer is a wild animal, who needs to be sated. And I feel that…
Maybe we all have a little animal in us.
And when you’re trapped in a cage, you have to sate that need somehow, right?
The truth is that I’m not trapped inside this prison… But Iamcaged. Held in chains by the man who stole my freedom. Like Dash, I’m also confined on the inside.
So in this severely twisted, depraved and distorted moment, I just hold him to my body, kissing his neck while he drifts. Beinghis officerfor him, just for now. For a few more moments of blissful distraction.
At least one of us should feel the comfort of a warped reality… in the dungeon.
“Hi, Dad…”
I can almost hear my words echo, that’s howquietit suddenly is in here. And how much I think I might actually pass out.
This is fucking crazy. I mean, honest to God, I think I might seriously collapse.
The world around me is spinning…
But then I feel my fiancé’s hand on my lower back, and I snap out of it.
“Dascha…” Kellan whispers by my ear.
When I peek at him, I find him glaring at my father. Like,hard.
In fact,everyoneis staring at dear old daddy. Rightfully so, because…Where the fuck did he come from?
Why is he here?
And why did he come in holding Rook at gunpoint??
Now that the gun is no longer aimed at anyone, Rook uses the opportunity to slink away from my father, darting to Joy’s side. She grabs him by the arm, all the while glaring at the stranger in the room. Her hand slips to the gun on her holster.
Obviously my dad notices, and he holds his free hand up while slowly bending to drop his pistol on the ground. “I do not want any trouble…”
“Holding someone at gunpoint isn’t the best way to convey that,” Joy growls.
“Fair enough,” my dad says with his hands up, eyes set on me.
I’m fuckingreeling. My mouth is open, but I don’t think I could say words right now even if I knew what the hell to say, which I do not.
I haven’t seen this man inten years…
Since heabandonedme without a word.
One day he was there, and the next, he was gone. And I was left alone with my mother…My sick sicktragicallysick mother.
