OPENING UP.
After that weird sex that left my wrists swollen and hurting like hell, Any carefully me to bed, swaddled me in his arms and we both drifted off to sleep. I don't for how long since I didn't even notice him waking up.
My orbs bore to my wrists. They are all red. The soreness and imprints of his are apparent. I don't want to put more meaning into this, so I take it as just a accident.
I step out of bed and pull down my dress, and stride to the small table where he is with his daughter through a video call on his laptop. I heeded him her that he found me and the cute doll is throwing tantrums. She isn't her daddy's idea about seeing me tomorrow.
"Please, daddy! Pretty please! I am sure mommy Ania will want to talk to me right if you ask her."
"That's why I am asking you, princess, please give me a few minutes. When she is with what she is doing, I will ask her to talk to you. Is that okay, baby?"
"Why don't you want to call her right now, daddy? Please tell her that I want to see ?"
"Don't you trust your daddy, princess? I promised you that I will bring mommy to you, right? And..."
"And mommy is here." I surprise them by popping my complexion on the screen, parking myself beside Andy.
"Mommy!" She Exclaims albeit with ecstasy, but that doesn't last for more seconds.
Her face turns dull all of a sudden. "What happened to your hand, mommy?"
Ooh, shiieet!!
I quickly plunge my arm from Andy's shoulder, guilt washing over me.
I steal a quick glance at Andy.
His head is hunched down, scrutinizing my wrists. He is feeling remorseful. Guilt the only expression written on his face.
Gazing at him, I get a feeling that this wasn't just an accident. Now that I think it, he looked weirdly that particular moment. I can't quite explain it, but that not the Andy I have known for months. He appeared like an indignant beast me. I reminisce him ordering me to address him as "master". I thought it all a kinky joke but now? I don't know. I really don't. Am I just being paranoid?
"Mommy? Daddy? Is there something wrong?" Angel's melodious voice snaps us wonderland, and we look at her on the screen.
I was so thrilled upon seeing my prince charming, her daddy, that I even forgot to where he left her. But I can't be mistaken. This is Rita's house. This guy is a weirdo. He is punishing them for what they did to us, yet he left his with them?
"Daddy and I are perfectly fine, Princess, okay? Don't worry." I respond to her. The looks really worried, and I feel like a selfish asshole for leaving her the way
I did.
"Who hurt you, mommy?"
Yeah, damn! I thought she had forgotten about my wrist. But I forgot this little kid anything but dumb and stupid.
"No one, princess. Mommy just had a minor accident but I will be all fine. I am fine now that I have seen you, baby. How are you?"
"Why did you leave me and daddy, mommy? I miss you so much."
"I just had a few things to take care of. I can never leave you, baby. Mommy and will be back with you tomorrow, okay?"
"Why not today, mommy?" She implores.
I detest seeing her like this, and more, I loathe the certainty that I am a bad liar.
"That's because it's late, baby. It's dangerous to drive at night. But like mommy , we will see you tomorrow. You, mommy, and I, will have breakfast together morning. Does that sound good?"
Saviour!
"Okay, daddy. I love you daddy and mommy."
"And we love you so, so much, princess. See you tomorrow, okay?"
"Okay."
"Tania! Bestie!" Rita speaks, appearing on the screen with her daughter, and
Andy's face turns dark all of a sudden. Rita flinches albeit keeping a pleading face.
I am angry at her, but I can't dismiss her. I open my mouth to respond to her , but furious Andy beats me to it.
"We had an agreement, Rita. Don't push me!" He fumes.
Whoa! Poor Rita and her husband! What did this beast order them?
"Please, Adrian...I.." She begins her plea albeit trembling, but Andy is way too cold such.
"Pack Angel's belongings. I'm picking her up tomorrow at seven."
She bows her head and nods slightly. The next thing I know, the screen goes black.
Andy disconnected the call. Just like that.
Isn't he being too drastic on the poor souls? I mean, at least he should consider the side of this madness. He met me. This craziness of theirs gave birth to this love that we are sharing. Regardless of how cliche it sounds, we should them some credit.
I will never consent to what they did. I still feel deluded. I still censure them for all mess. But at least, I met my one true love. My heartbeat. My Andy.
"I am sorry." His voice startles me, and before my face turns blue wondering what is apologising for, I realize he is caressing my wrists.
I won't lie. They hurt. I still don't understand all this. But I don't want to see him like this.
"It's alright, Andy. I am okay."
"It's not right. I hurt you."
Silence falls between us for decades, my eyes searching his. I don't know why all a sudden my heart is melting.
"Are you even for real?" He asks, caressing my cheeks.
"Why?"
"I just hurt you and you are here smiling."
Dang! I didn't know I was!
"Accidents do happen, right? You didn't know you were hurting me. You have , and that's all that matters. Don't beat yourself over it. Besides, I hate you this way. This look in your eyes, I don't like it, Andy."
"You know, you are the only one who has ever been able to understand the of my eyes. You are the only person who can point out my fears, and , and my joy too. Nobody has ever been able to read and understand me like do."
"Maybe because I am the one born for you. The only one who can love, understand, care for you the way no one can."
"Thank you, baby. I would be lost without you. Thank you, for making me feel like complete man again."
"No, Andy. Thank you for letting me into your heart. For making me part of your and a parcel of your world. I am..." He silences me with a kiss that feels so , a kiss that weakens my bones.
We pull away, but he keeps my face in his palms, our faces just an inch apart.
"You are so wrong. You are not just a part and parcel of me, darling. You are my and my world. You are my second angel. You complete me. I love you so much I can't bare to hurt or lose you. So promise me, love, any time you encounter beast that stood before you a while ago, you will do something to stop him.
Anything - hit me, knock me, bite me, anything to wake me up from that beastly , okay?"
He is talking about that wild moment of pleasure and pain a while ago. Why does seem so afraid? And what does he mean by "anytime I encounter that beast"?
"What was all that about, Andy? Should I be worried?"
"No. I will control myself. Just like I have been doing."
Huh! Wha...
"What do you mean?"
His hands drop from my face, and he rests them on his thighs.
"When your cousin, Maria, came into my life, I felt like she was the first person to me truly and sincerely. She introduced me to a lot of sex stuff, and as a way of on to the only person who had ever loved me in my life, I embraced her ways of pleasure. I was willing to do just anything to keep her love for me . I did everything she wanted just to pleasure and satisfy her the exact way she . Sex between us was nowhere close to what normal couples call sex. It was so dark that you don't deserve to experience. It was the third reason why
I stayed away from women for years after my separation with Maria. I have been to control myself for the short time that you and I have been together, but I don't know what brought about that mild trigger just now."
The world is spinning way too fast for my lazy brain!
What sort of a fucking curse does this name, Maria, carries, huh?
"Could it be her? Could seeing her again be the reason for that trigger?" I mumble, he avoids my eyes.