Page 11 of Scar

“Drake. Scar. Or whoever you are these days. I’ve been here for a week, you’ve done your best to avoid me, and now you want to talk. First you leave and don’t even say goodbye. Then I accidentally bump into you. And you can’t even have a conversation with me, after what you did.”

He dropped the broom he was using to pick up the bits and threw it on the ground. When did he have such a temper?

It frightened me the way he reacted and as he drew close, his eyes were red, as if he hadn’t slept since the last time I’d seen him.

My heart was racing and I felt scared. Real scared. How was that even possible? The man whom I’d loved, the father of my baby, had turned into a monster.

“You didn’t even wait five seconds and you hooked up with Dwayne’s dad, no doubt. Were you seeing him all the time we were together, is this why as soon as I was out of the picture, you shacked up with him?”

What the hell was he going on about?

We should have had this conversation from the first day. I’d got over the shock of seeing him, finding him hundreds of miles from the place we used to call home. Now I’d found him, part of me regretted it. I hadn’t had a place to stay in for so long, now I had somewhere, but Drake wanted it to come to a dramatic end. He made me feel as if I was the last person on Earth he wanted to be with right now.

I backed away, no longer caring if bits of glass were on the floor.

“Shit. I need to control my temper.” As soon as he said it, he picked up a glass which I’d forgotten to clean and then smashed it on the floor.

“What happened to you?” I quivered.

I remember one day when Jason his best friend said that Drake was the most laid back guy he’d ever known, and that was why he was his best friend. He didn’t get caught up in all the drama.

If Jason could see him now, he would think like I was right now.

The Drake we knew was surely dead and replaced by some monster.

Some fucking scary one.

Fuck clearing up. I had to get out of here. I ran to the back, and I could hear his heavy feet chasing me.

“I’m not going to let you go. Not again.”

“You’re scaring me. What happened to you, Drake? What happened to…”

I couldn’t even finish my sentence as he spun me around and a hunger took over him as he forced his tongue into my mouth. It was as if he wanted to taste every part of it, his breath raw.

I could have pushed him away and told him to stop.

The idea of him stopping and not being in his arms and knowing that he wanted me was enough to tell him the truth.

Dwayne was his son. I’d only been with one man my whole life, and as he held on to me, I could tell that he had strayed.

His hands maneuvered my body as if they were looking for curves which were once there. He never used to stroke me this way. He loved my breasts, the only thing which had grown after childbirth. Russ had complimented them more than once, and I knew like my butt he wanted a feel of them.

I’d been depressed for so long, and it had suppressed any sexual desires I’d had. Now it was as if they’d all come to the surface and I felt as if I was going to explode.

“I bet he doesn’t touch you like this!”

Before I could even respond, he had one hand up my skirt, and the other balancing me between him as we moved to the bar. He wasn’t breaking our kiss, as he kissed me as if his life depended on it.

“You still want me?” I asked as I broke away from his kiss.

I pushed him away so he could realize it was me. And not whatever girl he had or was with.

I didn’t care if we didn’t catch up and find out all about our lives, as his hands gripped my butt so tightly as he helped me sit on to the bar.

And then all of the difficulties of my past started to fade.

The pain and sorrow I felt when Mom kicked me out as I refused to get an abortion. My dad starting his new life with his new family and not caring about the old one.

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