Part 56

Part 56

At some point I blanked out and forgot that Dave was in the room. He clears his throat and tells us to go ahead and that he'll watch out tonight and attempt to contact the organization to let them know our whereabouts and what happened. Eric told us that Jerome and one of the other guys didn’t make it out but three of them did. Dave told him that we killed two so we just have the one to worry about but insisted that we take this time for ourselves. Look, he only needed to tell me once, my feet was already moving towards the foyer to the stairs. Eric gave Dave a manly hug and thanked him for looking out for me in his absence and told me that would never happen again. At this point I really don’t care because we’re safe, we have some alone time, and we all know where that leads.

After our shower together we go into the bedroom and Eric wanted to ask me what I thought about Dave. I told him that he’s very nice, he helped me even though I didn’t need it but still helped, and that I didn’t trust him. Eric’s face was turned up, I sat next to him placing my hand on his back and he moved it away with a shoulder shrug. So, I stood up and asked what was wrong. His voice got loud and deep, his eyes looked as if he were upset which of course matched his voice and body language.

“You know that’s not what I was asking you. I saw how you looked at him, so what’s up?”

Stepping backwards I answered, “ I looked at him. I’m not interested in him, I’m interested in you  but he is an attractive man. Please don’t tell me that I find out now that you're the jealous type.”

Eric stood up and walked slowly towards me. There was a bit of fear within me because of him choking me out the last time was still in the front of my mind. I stepped back and he reached out his arms for me. Afraid to go to him I back up again, hoping that he gets the point that I don’t feel comfortable. He didn't the hint, he kept walking towards me then he rushes me with two large steps throwing me against the wall. Standing face to face he lifts me up from under my arms so we're really face to face. He tells me not to be afraid that he wouldn’t hurt me; but I was so upset because now I see that it was obvious to him. That he did notice my fear and instead of saying this while he was back near the bed and hadn’t thrown me against the wall yet he waited. I told him to put me down. He does as I requested, I started to put on lotion and didn’t say a word to him. I had nothing to say but I did feel the need to hit him, he deserved that much for throwing me. Putting lotion on my feet I tell him without looking at him that he has pissed me off because he noticed how I felt but he was willing to put more fear into me, for what? Eric giggled and said that I should know he wouldn’t hurt me. When I turned to look at him his back was turned, I couldn’t help it. I went across the bed and started slapping him from behind. In his face, neck, the sides of his head; I was so upset with him that leaving and sleeping in another room came to mind because this shouldn’t happen. He gets up, grabs my hands, and pulls me up to him like a child. His arms are wrapped around my waist and I haven’t let up on him, I wasn’t completely done. He throws me on the bed and yells at me to stop which added fuel to my already lit flame. I rolled to the foot of the bed, he grabbed my foot and I kicked him with the other. Pulling me off the bed, I hit the floor like I fell from a flight up. He straddles me, holding my hands down above my head, he leaned down close to my face and I took that chance to get him back for pulling me off the bed by head-butting him. The thing is, once he picked me up from slapping him, then throwing me on the bed, I was sexually aroused and by the feel of him on my stomach, so was he. Why stop a good thing?