I Feel Secured
Mandy
This was different, it felt different and surreal. We were having breakfast together outside my prison. I looked at him from across the small dining table and he stared right back at me. This man was beautiful, the way he let his hair fall on his shoulders was just perfect.
“Snap out of it,” I yelled in my head and took my eyes away.
I looked at his hands recalling the traumatizing event that occurred in my room(prison). I didn’t get why he had to do that to prove a point but I remembered thinking about myself sitting in front of the mirror and cutting myself feeling that numbness and hoping to feel something else.
“Let’s go to the lake,” he said and I looked at him confused.
“What?” I said confusedly while he smiled.
“Eat kitten,” he said and I wondered why he always called me that and I couldn’t tell why.
We were done eating and the maid was busy clearing out the table.
“Thank you for breakfast,” I said simply and pulled my chairs backward to go back to my room when he stood up immediately.
He walked over to me and stood there taking my hands as he guided my path. I felt like a little girl, like I was protecting you and didn’t have to worry about anything.
We walked outside the cottage and I stared at the garden beside it. I looked around the place and just like I thought, it was far away from the city. Still holding my hands, he guided me until we got to the lakeside. There was a bench there and we both sat down enjoying the cool breeze and staring at the waters.
I sat there nervously, unable to say a word or do anything. My body was stiff, staring at the waters, while sitting beside him, who brought out a smoke and started to use it.
“Relax kitten,” he puffed out a smoke, and moved his hands around my back asking me to relax but I only felt stiffer.
“What did you name her?” He asked and I turned to look at him confused.
“Who?” I asked
“Your child,” he said simply.
“Riley,” I responded and exhaled sharply thinking about my baby girl.
“Did you ever think of forgiving Christian?” I asked him even though I couldn’t tell if I was allowed to shoot the question but I was curious to know.
“No,” he said simply and my heart crumbled. He had been through so much pain by the people he loved, the people he called family and all they did was tag him to be the devil and send him away when he tried to prove himself.
“Would you forgive people like that kitten,” he said and I felt my throat go dry. Truth be told I wouldn’t want to have anything to do with them ever, I might as well make their life more miserable.
“I thought so too,” he added due to my silence.
“Can I ask something?” I nod my head wondering why he seeks permission first instead of just spilling the bean.
“Why do you love Christian?” He said and I grabbed the Hem of my dress, taken aback by the question.
“Is it because he’s the father of your child, or do you love him?” He added and I took in a deep breath exhaling. I looked at him, and he just puffed out smoke from his mouth while I gave the question a deep thought for a few seconds.
“He tries to put me first at all times, he is very considerate of my feelings,” I stated, recalling how he let us stay away from his parents because I had requested it.
“He’s warm and we both get nervous around each other. Christian makes me happy, he makes me smile,” I breathed out and turned to stare at him, only to find him rolling his eyes at what I had said.
“Whatever,” he shrugged and I swear I felt like he hated the good things I said about him and wanted to laugh.
“You do know that smoking is bad for your health, right?” I started wondering why I did care, but I just wanted him to know either way.
“I know,” he responded and looked briefly at me before turning away.
“Oh, forget I even asked,” I said immediately and turned my gaze away from him when he chuckled.
“You want me to stop?” He said in a low-pitched voice.
“Of course,” I rolled her eyes not gazing at him.
“Kiss me and I will,” he turned to look at her fully, and I moved aside looking at him shocked.
“Forget about it,”. I started and stood up to leave, when he suddenly grabbed my hands and pulled me to himself, making me sit on his legs, while I looked at him with my eyes popped out.
“So you don’t care about me again,” he smiled and shook his head, taking his hair backward.
“I shouldn’t, you kidnapped me, “I answered angrily, trying to get away from his legs, but his hold around me was strong.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.
“And my health? You don’t care about it either?” I scoffed and turned my gaze away from him, noticing the way he looked at me.
“Do you care about it, Ethan?” I called his name for the first time since he told me and I wondered where I got the gut or courage to say that…
“Say my name again,” he said. His voice came out like he was tipsy in a seductive way and I turned my gaze at him, staring into his eyes and noticing his facial features.
“Let me go,” I finally said after a few seconds.
“I’ll stop smoking if you ask me to,” he stated and I sighed.
“I already did,” I said, still finding a way to get away from his hold.
“No, you didn’t kiss me,” and I looked at him like he had gone mad.
I eyed him, about to turn my face away when he brought his lips and jammed them into mine. I shut my lips tightly, using my hand to hit his chest aggressively when he bit my lip, making me open up involuntarily, as he kissed me forcefully, pulling my body closer and making it harder for me to hit him again.
I didn’t reciprocate, but instead, he guided my hands to his hair letting me run my fingers through its soft texture, as I closed my eyes, slowly letting him entrance.
His hands went around my neck, pulling me, while the other was on my back, rubbing it and trailing lines there. I felt my body yawn for more as we deepened the kiss. My hands circled his neck, while I pulled the back of his hair kissing him right back.
With Christian, I’m always this strong girl, this woman who is unshakable by anything and cannot be hurt. Around him, I was tamed and had to be strong even though I wasn’t.
But with him. Ethan, I feel secure. I could be timid, scared myself, fucked up, and a damsel in distress without having to worry or have it all figured out. I didn’t have to always be strong or always feel like it. I could just be a lady – a feminine lady.