Shooter:Okay, I lied, I'm not that patient.
Shooter:Stray's not a good nurse. Come back.
Shooter:I will hobble my ass to the hospital.
Shooter:I don't regret what happened in the woods. I know you don't either.
Shooter:Amelia.
Every message I left on read. Every message I re-read because for the first time, I felt some love, some sort of kindness. I told him that he didn't want me, and part of the truth was that I couldn’t trust myself again. Everything seemed good when Chris and I first dated, then the moment he said his vows, it felt like a trap.
Shooter seemed like a caring man, a man that could shield me from the world’s darkness and only see his but knowing that hisdarkness wouldn’t break me. Or so I thought. I couldn’t trust my thoughts, they were full of fantasies, dangerous lustful thoughts.
The last message I knew I couldn’t ignore.
Shooter:Please, just let me know you’re okay. I don’t want you to hide from me or your friends. But mostly me. I see you, Amelia.
I couldn’t break from knowing he saw me. But a stray tear dropped down my cheek when I read that message at work. The pain in my chest riddled with guilt was too much. I didn’t want to hurt him, other than the occasional shove when he was being too cheeky or grumpy.
I broke down and finally messaged back.
Me:I’m okay.
Shooter:When are you coming back?
Me:After my next shift.
Shooter:Don’t run away from me again.
Me:I wasn’t running.
Lies.
Shooter:Want to try that lie again?
I deflected as fast as I could.
Me:Let’s just hope that Stray didn’t screw up our progress.
Shooter:I only want your hands on me. Among other things.
He stole my breath, the endless thoughts of what Shooter actually wanted sent a chill down my spine and a sudden tingle feeling down to my vagina.
Me:Shooter.
Shooter:Amelia. I can say your name too. Do it again.
I think my soul left my body when I thought of the one thing that my own chaotic, impulsive ass could do in that moment.
I played with fire, causing chaos in my mind. I pressed the record for a voice note, preparing to say the one word in a sultry voice that could seal my fate with Shooter.
“River.”
Once sent, I waited for the bubbles to appear, waiting for his warning of a message or maybe a picture of his dick or something. There wasn't an automatic response, and yet the slight disappointment was the only thing I felt.
Fingers snapped for my attention.
“Damn she got lost in her mind again,” Sarah joked.
