Part 66 (Last part, I need to work on this in book form, along with one other project. I'll start a new story in a few days. Murder anyone?)
With hate and rage running through me, I went downstairs to Dave; grabbed the car battery that was sitting next to Eric's work table, jumper cables, two buckets of water, and snatched all 16 darts off of Eric’s dartboard. Submerging each foot in a bucket of its own, I hooked up the cables ignoring his heavy breathing. Cables ready, I told him to tell me everything he knows, but he said nothing. Tapping the cables together showing Dave that this would be his means of death if he remains silent. I gave him about ten minutes to speak; during this time I decided what better way to practice my dart throwing than throwing them at him. A few stuck in his face, one went right in the corner of his eye; which is when I thought he was going to say something but instead he let out a loud screeching scream, I guess that was painful. Unleashing the rest of the darts into the center of his nicely built chest, I started to get bored, he wasn’t talking, I was out of darts, and I was tired. I dropped one cable in the bucket and pulled it out after a minute; besides his heavy breathing he still said nothing. Frustrated to the max, I just gave in, torture isn't my thing. I dropped a cable in each bucket simultaneously and stood there watching him shake from the electric currents. It pops into my head that I forget the main item needed, the fire extinguisher. I head upstairs to retrieve it from the kitchen were I can smell burning flesh, in amazement I go back to the cellar, and the looks of this man was horrifying. I assume one of the cables is directly on his skin because, there was a burning hole in his chest which could be because of the metal tip darts. Smoke coming from the top of his head, and both eyes literally out of their sockets. Spraying him down with the extinguisher; first his body, then I started to spray his face when I saw bubbles come from his mouth, he was all alive. I disconnected the cables, made sure the fire within him was completely out, and I sat there until I saw him take his last breath. Just to make sure he was dead, I unloaded my clip into his face; it was well deserved.
The next morning I woke up to Eric sitting at the foot of the bed holding Dave's envelope. "I knew he wouldn't hurt you if I weren't there. I knew that he loved you but, I also knew that he didn't want to look over his shoulder for me his entire life. When I left, in my heart I could feel that you were upset with me, which made Dave assume that he could possibly have a chance. There's a lot to factor into the reason I left you there, but it wasn't because I've changed, I'm still the same man you fell in love with at the prison. The only difference is, I don't have to just worry about myself, I have to worry and protect the both of us. If I thought for a minute that he would harm you I wouldn't have left you with him. Killing him there would've opened up a new can of worms and gave whomever was after us our location."
"I understand now and I apologize for the hurtful things I said to you, I didn't see it this way. If I did I wouldn't have reacted the way I did. Since the organization has me as a mark, it’s not safe for you to be around me."
Eric crawled in bed and told me that was the last time he'll leave me, because the main threat is gone; which was the team he's been with for years. Looking into his eyes I once again felt a tad bit of comfort. Pulling me close to him, he holds me without saying another word.
Somewhere in there we both fell asleep. When we came too, we were still in the same position we nodded off in. I told him that we needed to rid the body so I could relax and take a shower before I hit the road. Eric replied that it was already taken care of and asked if he could accompany me. Still not trusting him fully, I walk towards the shower peeling of my layers of clothing glancing back at him and he's doing the same, following my lead. Warm water serenading our bodies, there wasn’t much to be said so we washed ourselves, me washing his back, and him returning the favor. Holding me, my head tilted, resting on his soapy chest, his head resting on mine, and we still say nothing. We may have stood in the shower just holding and being held for an half an hour, no words just the sweet pitter patter of our hearts beating as one, still forming a union as if there’s no wrong. I turned to Eric, his eyes were red and swollen, holding his face between my hands he cries out, “All I wanted to do is love you, I was only trying to save you.” Knowing that he wasn’t telling me a lie, I blessed his lips with mine, telling him between kisses that I know. Sweet, strong, passionate kisses like the first kiss I had with him. Between every kiss he offers me a promise.
“I promise to love you (kiss), I promise to cherish you (kiss), I promise never to leave your side (kiss), I promise to protect you (kiss), I promise to fill your heart with laughter and joy (kiss), I promise appreciate you (kiss), I promise to give you all of me (kiss), I promise to be loyal (kiss), I promise to be faithful (kiss), I promise to offer my life, so I can give you life (kiss), I promise that the only pain you will ever feel, is pain from pleasure (kiss), I promise to make up for all the bad, people have done to you (kiss), I promise to try to make you fall in love with me every day (kiss), I promise to make you smile every day for the rest of our lives (kiss). Will you allow me to fulfill my promises to you?” My knees got weak and I had no choice but to hold onto him to stop myself from hitting the floor. “Are you going to answer me or do I need to show you? I don’t mind if you can’t give an answer right now, I’m in this for life. You are my wife and that means the World to me. If I have to spend the rest of my life making this up to you I will, that’s my promise.” Without further hesitation all I could muster up was, “yes.” I kissed him until I felt that spark again and of course until I felt that he was aroused. *wink-wink*
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