Chapter Sixteen.
Back to Black.
Toxic: very harmful or unpleasant in a pervasive or insidious way.
Regret: a feeling of sadness, repentance or disappointment over an occurrence or something that one has done or failed to do.
Elliott didn’t know what she was doing anymore.
She was lost and it was showing.
She kept getting stares as she stood stoically in the middle of the cosmetics aisle of the supermarket, her dull eyes fixed on a box of Trojan extra large condoms.
She had been staring at the box of condoms for five minutes now, trying to decide whether to get them or not.
The basket in her hand contained a gallon of milk, a box of Coco puffs, some grapes, a new razor and a box of brunette hair dye. She came to the store on a whim, being alone
Hey guys, long time, no see. I decided to switch it up a bit from here on out. I really enjoyed writing this chapter and i hope you'll enjoy reading it too. Elliott discovers the pain of loosing Kain and the old friend called regret. Will she find solace? . Please vote and like and leave a nice comment.
continued from the previous part..... “I think I’m depressed” Dr Sybian Greer peered up at her patient, her scribbling slowing to a stop. She immediately asked, more of a reflex action than true concern “Why do you think you’re depressed Elliott?” Elliott took a deep breath, fiddling with the frayed end of her jean jacket, it was cold in the doctor’s office, it seemed she left the Ac on full blast despite the light snow falling outside. She shrugged, a pathetic rise and fall of her shoulders “I feel like I’m depressed” Sybian sighed and clicked off her pen, giving the forlorn woman her full attention “Depression is not something to be taken lightly Elliott” Silence fell over the pair until she spoke up again, her voice a teary whisper “I’m not happy doctor” she paused to sniffle, wiping at the tears
Continued from the previous part. ~ She was daydreaming again… Dreaming, unrealistically. So unreal. A memory, a long forgotten memory. Kain was smiling as he opened the door to their new apartment with a flourish, pride evident in his movements as he held her hand and pulled her into the empty room. “I know this isn’t the apartment by the ocean we wanted” he started, wrapping his arms around her, his deep melodic voice by her ear, sending shivers down her spine “but its ours, our little home” Elliott looked around, at the obviously old but sturdy walls painted a soothing pale yellow, almost like an egg yolk, at the empty wooden floors in need of a firm polishing, at the wide windows that offered a nice overhead view of the town and the dark ocean bordering it,
Chapter one A nightmare wedding. Elliott. Today is a brand new day Today, I will be a better person than I was yesterday. Today, I will be ladylike and polite Today, I will try not to imagine ripping someone's head off. "These morning affirmations are ass." I commented, sinking lower into the brown leather couch I sat on. "You've gotta keep working on them Elliott, just saying it doesn't make them happen" Dr Sybian, my therapist drawled out from across where I sat, folding her long legs, her brilliant green eyes still glued to my dream journal on her lap. "Maybe if you change them, maybe I'll make an effort to be lady like and polite and not want to rip off heads" I muttered under my breath, picking at a loose fray on my jeans. She didn't reply, although I
Continued from the previous part.... "Come in" I said and watched as the door swung inwards, exposing the person behind the door who was most certainly not 'Room service' My mouth immediately went dry, my legs shook underneath me as the ghost of my past strode into my bridal suite and shut the door soildly behind him. What the fuck?! Kain turned to me, a wide smile on his face "Long time no see Elly" From across the room, I could see the changes 12 years had brought on Kain Griffin. He was buffer, more muscular, his pitch black hair curled around his face like a noir curtain, his cold, dark eyes had a few smile lines around them. He still sported that gold nose ring that curved around his left nostril snugly, his cherry red lips pulled back to expose his perfect pearly teeth in a smile that didn't reach his eyes. He took a single step forward, drawing my attention to his clothes. He wore coal bl
Chapter two. A blast from the past. Kain. I blinked at the hand gun pointed between my eyes, raising my hands over my head slowly. The hand that held the gun firmly to my forehead was tanned and petite, definitely feminine. I looked upwards at my captor and immediately I felt my stomach twist. Fiery blue eyes stared down at me unflinchingly out of a face that was angelic but had a touch of the devil. Ash brown hair cut into a severe pixie cut, eyes that shone with blue fire and a pair of ruby lips that were sneering at me right now. Fuck! Those lips. I can imagine them wrapped around my cock. She was easily the best thing I've seen in ages. "Move or make a sound and I'll splatter your brains all over this workshop" She said, her voice husky, a total contrast to her angel face. Who would've thought tha
Continued from the previous part....... Present. I closed the door firmly behind me and leaned heavily against it, blowing out the breath I held in. Fuck! I felt like hitting something, no someone Preferably the bitch of a man that was about to marry my girl. My Elliott I gritted my teeth and pushed off the door, stalking down the hallway. Fuck! She looked so fucking good, so goddamn good. So damn fuckable. With those red lips......and those tits. I felt my cock stirring and I groaned inwardly. Its been so long. Too fucking long, but she still makes me so horny, like a virgin teenager. A deep buried wave of possession crested and crashed over me and I felt my fists curl. I can't Elliott slip away just when I found her again. I don't care what I have to do, or who I have to kill to keep her. She was mine.
Chapter three. Things we do for lust. Elliott Metallica pounded in my ears as my hands and feet moved methodically, skating around the smooth tar, the wheels underneath my feet gliding smoothly as I speared and deposited trash into the black garbage bag I carried. Community service in the height of the South Carolina summer is so wrong, but what’s a bitch to do? Especially when it court mandated community service. I sighed and wiped sweat off my brow, this sucks! Eleven weeks of community service because of that shit Wesley Eckhart and his stupid red Honda. Jesus! When I get my hands on his slimy self, I will rip his fucking balls off and use them as ping pong balls. Fuck him! I speared at an empty plastic bottle hard, imagining Wesley’s disgusting face on it. Yep! Wesley is at the top of my murder list. Number two is the main person who
Continued from the previous part..... Elliott My heart was in my stomach as strode slowly down that flower strewn aisle, not because my future husband was smiling so widely at me from the altar, not even because somehow my shoes were a tad bit unstable and I could fall at any moment, or because everyone in the goddamn hall was staring at me. No, the reason why I felt like throwing up was because my ex-husband, who I have been having really erotic dreams about for almost two months and who just thirty minutes ago, appeared in my bridal suite and more or less told me he wanted me back, was sitting rather regally at the back row in my wedding hall, his black, cold eyes fixed on me with the brightest smile I have ever seen on him stretching his lips. I blinked. He was smiling? He was happy I was about to marry another man infront of him? Was he planni