Page 54 of Psychological War

“Why?”

“We’re about to binge watch all the Disney princess movies.” I kissed his chest before grabbing the remote and restarting it.

“Fuck,” Zane muttered to himself. I couldn’t help the butterflies swarming around threatening to break out. But for the first time I relaxed into him, finding myself in an actual calming state.

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Zane

AfterwewatchedMulan, Salem had me sit on the couch while she and Tobias made dinner. Killian had woken at some point, barely noticing as I sat there. Besides giving me a slight nod, he hurried into the kitchen before he and Dimitri trained. I wanted to follow them outside, where apparently Salem had some sick set up, half inside a barn that led outside. But Dimitri refused and actually took her side about making me rest.

My first official day of resting, I tried staying in bed per Salem’s request. But when she walked out of the bathroom wearing nothing besides a towel, I tried convincing her to ride me like she had last night. But nothing I did made her budge. Even when I told her she could ride my face, that I didn’t care about my cock. I wanted her taste on my tongue. She refused.

I followed her around the house like a lovesick puppy, but she never let me go outside. I had to wait around while she finished whatever she did outside. I knew I had to be annoying, but in a way, I actually enjoyed getting to know more about her. I knew all the basic things: her full name, favorite color, even her favorite food. Which happened to be French fries, though much to my complaint it was not actual food. I thought she was about to stab me when I told her she had the worst taste in food. Her side comment had been that she had bad taste in men. That only caused us to argue, and she ended up disappearing on me for the rest of the day.

Now it was day two, and I was clawing at myself in boredom. Which is how I found myself poking around Salem's room while she did whatever she did on the farm. I found nothing of value in her nightstands, and she had nothing under her bed. I even checked under the mattress, but I still found nothing.

Making my way into her closet, I wanted to call it a walk-in. But with the amount of clothes on the floor, I rolled my eyes as I flipped the switch. The girl had too many fucking clothes, ranging from weird looking overalls, to jeans that looked too small for her. They probably hugged her ass. My cock tented in my sweatpants at the thought of her in them. Hugging her ass. Groaning, I readjusted myself, and I knelt down. Tossing her millions of boots to the side, I noticed the small wooden box underneath them.

Pulling it out I brushed the dust off before opening the lid. On top of everything lay a single photo. Looking closely I picked Salem out right away. She was younger, much younger. Probably around eight or nine. Her black hair hung long, down to her waist, and her blue eyes somehow looked even more blue than they were now. She wore a pair of overalls with a long-sleeved shirt underneath it. But that’s not what caught my eye. It was her smile. I’ve seen her smile before, but this smile… It was her whole face. Her eyes were bright, and her two bottom teeth were missing. But she didn’t care. To her left was a man, towering over her. He had the same black hair, but not as dark. He looked around twenty maybe. Next to him was another older version of Salem, but her hair was chopped short to her shoulders and a much lighter color of black, maybe even a dark brown. Her eyes weren’t blue but were brown. Besides that they looked very similar. Moving back over, on the left side of Salem was an older woman who stood about the height she was now. She had light brown hair and bright blue eyes just like Salem. Then on the end was an older man with black hair like Salem, the darkest of the bunch, brown eyes, and a smile that was just like Salem’s.

This had to be her family.

It just had to be.

But where were they? Why were there no family photos around the house but this one?

Why hadn’t she mentioned them? Who were they?

Setting the picture to the side, I looked through the rest of the box. Nothing really stood out: two wedding rings, a pair of earrings, a necklace with “G” on it. But besides that just other random things, like a baseball card. Until I saw an ultrasound.

In the left corner, it read November 12th, 2010. The right corner read, Emily Gray.

Wait, where's the baby?

Grabbing the picture of her family back, I looked closer at the mom. You would never have been able to tell if you hadn’t known, but her stomach stuck out just a little. Her mom was pregnant. So where the fuck was the baby? Where was her family?

The sound of the back door slamming shut broke me from what I was doing. I had no idea when she would be back, and I did not feel like dealing with her if she found me snooping through her shit. Shoving everything back inside, I placed it back inside her closet and closed the door. Rushing back to the bed I lay back down just in time for Salem to open her bedroom door. She stopped as soon as she saw me awake.

“Oh, uh, hey.”

“What are you doing?” I asked, sitting back up against the headboard.

“Just got done doing stuff around the farm, I have to change.” Walking over to her dresser she pulled out a pair of leggings, and a sports bra. I watched as she changed and threw her clothes into the hamper. My cock twitched watching as her ass jiggled while jumping into her leggings.

“You normally shower,” I commented.

“Yeah, well, Mila asked me when we left if I could show her some defensive moves.” She shrugged, grabbing a pair of socks before pulling them on. I had been so focused on her that I hadn’t taken in what she actually said.

“Whoa, wait, Mila wants you to show her how to fight?” I asked, standing up quickly, wincing as I did. I couldn’t count the number of times Dimitri begged her to learn. After she was kidnapped the last time, he begged her for months to learn after she had Tobias. He told her he would train her, or even I could since I was the best fighter out of them. She always told him no, that she didn’t want to. After a year of trying he finally gave up, and now all of a sudden, she wanted Salem to train her.

“Yeah, well I’m the best out of any of you so…” Once again, she shrugged as if it was no big fucking deal.

“I don’t know about all that,” I murmured, pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a shirt. If she was going to train her, I was definitely going to watch.

“You haven’t seen me actually fight there, buddy.” She laughed, leaving me standing in her bedroom like a fool.

By the time I made it downstairs and outside I took in the impressive set up she had. I hadn’t been outside to get a good look, and now that I had a chance, the view took my breath away. I was never one that got why people loved nature and the views so much. But now standing here, I understood. The backyard wasn't just a backyard. It went on for miles. In the back you could see mountains. To the left sat a large barn with a fence around it, and small goats surrounding it. How had I not known she had fucking goats? To the right the fence went on for miles, it seemed, with horses.

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