Page 108 of Breaking Sanity
“Goodbye mommy. I love you to the moon and back.” Seth blows me a kiss as he and a now ghost Annie disappear in a bright white flash.
“NO! SETH!! ANNIE!!” I try to fight as two strong hands grab each upper arm and pull me off the table. “LET ME FUCKING GO!”
I’m swung over a shoulder and rushed into the hallway. I still kick and scream trying to get away. Still not being able to use my hands, I violently thrash in his hold while he rushes up the stairs. It doesn’t even seem to faze him as he reaches the floor I want to burn to the ground, heading straight to his room. He tosses me through the air,landing on his bed with a bounce. Trying to manoeuvre my body back up, he hops on the bed and hovers over me.
“You need to breathe, Kukla,” he says, pushing my hair out of my face as he cages me in.
“Screw you,” I yell trying to get away.
“I need you to stop struggling for a minute.” He reaches behind him and pulls out another syringe.
“No, Baron don’t,” I scream, looking into his blank but bright verdurous eyes.
“Alley, this will counteract what I gave you. Now breathe.” He inserts the needle into my neck and slowly pushes the plunger. The cold fluid takes over my body as I am held in place.
Baron gently lifts me onto my side and uncuffs my hands. The feeling of pins and needles waves through the blue digits as the blood flow returns. Sitting up, I just stare at him as he starts to strip his clothes off and head to the bathroom.
On autopilot, I follow him. I would like to say that this is just the norm and that’s why I am following. In all reality, the reason why is a lot more complicated than what Iwant to think about. If you spend four months in a room with a guy; there is a strange bond that is built. None of it is based on sex, but I am guilty of snuggling into him after a nightmare. My head is so fucked.
“Baron,” I wrap my arms around his waist soaking in his warmth. He places a hand on mine as it rests on his abs.
“Kukla,” he says looking over his shoulder.
“Don’t leave,” I whisper into his back.
“I’m not.”
I drop my hands and circle to come in front of his half naked form. His eyes track my every movement in anticipation for an attack that will not come this time around. I look up at him through my lashes, he is just looking at me in confusion. Placing my hands against his warm skin, my fingers start to trace every mark along the hard plains of his chest and torso. I didn’t get too good of a look at him in the dim light of solitary. There are so many small scars and cigarette burns.
There is a very jagged white scar right below his rib cage, that impulsively I glide my tongue across before placingsmall kisses on the others. His hand pushes under my chin lifting my head up to meet his gaze.
“Don’t toy with me,” he warns. “I am showing you the only gentleness I possess. If you try anything, I will inject you again and fuck you while your demons tear you apart.”
“I’m not. I promise.” I step back and put my hands up in surrender.
Baron encircles my wrist with his long fingers before gently pulling me into his embrace. Now it’s my turn to look up at him in confusion and he is staring back with the same expression.
“Baron.” I say as his eyes light up and start to slowly move from mine to my lips then back.
He pushes my hair over my shoulder and places his pointer finger on the pulse point on my neck. Baron leans down to where our lips are centimeters apart. Keeping my eyes locked on his, I press my lips to his, but before I can pull away completely, he smashes his on mine. He wastes no time invading my mouth with his wicked tongue. I don’t try to fight him for dominance; I just sink into the kiss and let him try to steal my soul from my body. At this point, he can have it.
The kiss goes from timid to the most passionate and possessive kiss I have ever experienced. It’s like he is consuming me while also trying to let me consume him. His free hand wraps around my waist pulling my body flush with his. Acting purely on impulse, I push on to my tiptoes letting my hands slowly slide up his smooth skin. I interlock my fingers around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me. The barbaric growl that comes from deep inside his chest can only be described as one of satisfaction, spurring me on to use his neck as a handle to lift myself up. Baron’s hands grip the back of my thighs right under my cheeks, lifting me up. I nip his bottom lip and he slams my back into the wall. I cry out, but only minimal sound escapes my lips before he is back to devouring me. When his hand fully wraps around my throat, a moan slips free.
“Walk away and go get some rest,” he orders, breaking our kiss and letting me drop to my feet. The cold tile sends grounding shock waves through my numb body, jolting me back into the correct state of mind. Without argument, I turn on my heel to do as he asks.
“Fuck,” he breathes, before I hear the shower door open and water turn on. I close the door gently behind me only to come face to face with Gunner.
Did Baron know he was there?
Probably.
“I am sorry Little Devil,” he says, grabbing my hand. He pulls me into his embrace and kisses the top of my head.
“Gunner.” I start to cry into his chest.
Again, spending four months in these two guys’ rooms has made me bond with them. Although Gunner and I have a past, I feel more connected to him now than I did all those years ago. I am blaming it on the intense situation and leaving it at that. Feelings are too much right now.
He scoops me up and lays us both down on the bed. Not sure if I want to be cuddled, especially by him, and given what just transpired with Baron, the answer is probably no. I push away burying my face into a pillow. Finally, the bottled-up emotions unleash, I scream into the pillow while punching the mattress repeatedly until my voice is hoarse and my brain quiets. No more voices, no more memories, just peace and quiet.
