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Revelations III
Stood alone in the room she felt quite filthy for ever admiring, Blue came to realize just how much she had to pack. She’d taken far too many clothes from her mother’s house; more toiletries than she could ever use. Rather, she hadn’t a clue how to pack her own suitcase.
Google had told her to roll her clothes. She just couldn’t fold them right. Stacked against one another, odd bunches of fabric splayed from the ends of each log, she decided she’d be better off trying to stuff it all together as she had the first time. This time she would succeed—if only in thanks of pure determination.
“Just where do you think you’re going?” Peering up from her wadded clothes, she met the gaze of the woman she’d decided she’d least rather see. Sandra. She felt rather stupid for ever regarding the woman an ally. Felt a familiar guilt for considering leaving what simple life s
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His lips rested against hers in a way that rocked the base of her spine with a rattling shiver, his fingertips curling around her hairline. With eyes sealing her in the darkness she’d hoped would simply consume her, Vincent’s breath drew her from her own misery in a way undeservingly forgiving. The gentle twist of his parted lips consoled her of her guilt for being so distrustful. And as he swung her legs from beneath her with his hands behind her knees, the thought lingered that if she forgave the man for rejecting her so cruelly, she’d be devastated if he left.Sprawled across his bed as she hadn’t been in quite some time, it felt like their first night together again. How he’d stared at her naked. Kissed her gently. Fucked her so thoroughly she’d felt she’d have fallen into a coma had the man not woken her mere hours later. Again, as he freed her from her dress, she wondered if she would ever see him again. I
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Blue had been staring into her coffee cup for quite some time. It had been days since she’d last seen Vincent. The numbness that had spread from her chest to her fingertips made her consider whether she was suffering withdrawal. Her breakfast had no taste. Making sense of the words neatly printed in her current read was an impossible task. The television had bored her. She’d grown tired of watching cars pass in the street. Yet she found joy in the rippling of her tea as someone shuffled about upstairs. Wondered if Vincent saw the same light rolling and breaking on the surface of her stained water in his shaving basin. Whether he hadn’t the mind to look. As her maid mounted the first step of the staircase, she watched the woman buckle in place. Turn to face her in her peripheral. Finally, Blue felt her curiosity ignite, her minute enthusiasm so foreign. Glancing up, she met Anya’s gaze. Smiled a small that stopped just short of her eyes. Lost her inter
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“No.” Anya snapped, hands clutching the purse in her lap. It was the first time she had addressed the man like she’d known him. “You should have let me handle it.” “I didn’t think you knew about Richard,” “Of course, I knew about Richard, you stupid boy,” Suddenly, she was fighting the urge to club the man over the head with her wallet. Though she knew he’d likely laugh at her. “No mother wants to believe their only son could rape and beat a girl half to death, Vincent.” The man’s face firmed. Eyes cooling so slightly as he straightened in his seat. The mere thought of college alone was enough to strike a cold, primal fear in his gut. The schoolboy Richard who used women as he pleased—the man he had once called a friend. “I took up a second job there as soon as I could, if you just had some patience-” “You could have told me-” “You didn’t try to contact you
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Blue hadn’t moved since she’d spoken to Anya, sat at the dining table. And as some dark figure danced in the corner of her eye, she hoped it would be her maid again. But hoping had never gotten her far.“Blue?” She turned to meet her father’s voice—though didn’t oblige him the same forced smile she had her maid. She didn’t feel he deserved it quite as much. “I thought you would have been out with Sandra,”“What are you doing here?” The question sounded about as pointed as she had felt it should. No longer did she entertain the obligation to reign in any bitterness. Fortune had treated her rather cruelly of late. Why should she entertain notions of the male gaze and the so-called etiquette it masqueraded as? As far as she was concerned, the notion of femininity she’d been raised to prize had disappeared when her fiancé had cut open her cheek as one would an a
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Blue hadn’t so much as glanced from her meal since Vincent sat. Late. Though he struggled to fathom what he would say if she had. Would he dare to ask whether her shoulder had bruised from colliding with a doorway? If he had been right in assuming Richard had been the cause of the gash in her cheek? The scrapings on her elbow he’d gotten a better look at as she slept? Or had she suddenly become exceptionally clumsy? He suspected the man had a part at least in the fact she had become rather entertained by stirring her soup. And as she excused herself for the bathroom, he got the feeling she had hoped he would follow. Though meeting her fiancé’s gaze warned him otherwise. So, he sat quietly. — She had hoped she would run into Vincent on her third loop of the hallways. If only for him to smile at her in passing. Somehow, she had liked Richard better when he was forcing himself on her.
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Stepping into the backyard it had been years since she’d ventured into, her childhood somehow had never felt further. Despite the midnight sky bearing down on her with the weight of hot, stifling tar, she never felt more naked than she had stumbling down the sheared grass hill. Part of her was so sure the last few weeks had been a strange hyper-realistic fever dream. That she’d wake in a hot sweat on Vincent’s chest. She would have fallen asleep under the sheets on a particularly hot night. Nightmares had plagued for hours that had felt like days until she finally shook from its fugue… Yet the further she delved into what memories of Michael she had always thought insignificant, the more it made sense. He had been there for all her major events; her first day of school, her social debut, her graduation… he’d congratulated her engagement before her own father had—though Bradley had seemed rather smug in his own way. She’d been far too consumed in her t
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She mumbled solemnly. Stared into their twisted hands. Watched his thumbs brush hers absently. His cock straining his trousers. Shallow breaths working his buttoned blouse. “You’ve filed already?” “No.” Her gaze refused his. “Are you going to?” “Richard will work on me until I do—it’s so much more satisfying for him if it’s me to do it,” Finally, her eyes met his. “I told him we’d married during our first fight.” “He hit you because of that?” he looked as solemn as he ever had. Somehow mourning the misfortune of his wife more than he had the fact he was on the very brink of jail time. Again. Yet she smiled. A small, wry smile. “No.” Searched his eyes. “I said he has a god-complex and a tiny dick,” Before he could think any better of it, Vincent took the woman’s face between his two hands. Watched her smile fall. Breathed her anti
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Blue had wished silently that her fiancé would scold her for the absence he would have assumed a hook-up, correctly at that. But he hadn’t seemed to notice. And she knew well she would know if he had. She sat patiently in bed with a book whose page she hadn’t turned a whole hour. Staring. Watching the words swirl as her eyes moved in and out of focus. But he came quietly. Shed his coat. Fixed a stiff kiss to her right cheek. Smiled the same way one would at their spanking new car sat in the garage for the first time. Went for his shower. She had feigned sleep when he re-emerged. And she was sure he masturbated quietly beside her.Sat at her mother’s dining table, it was quite easy to imagine her husband in the seat next to her. The earthy scent of damp hair and cologne making a gentle ingress on her self-control. His fingertips inching toward her own beneath the modesty of the dining table. The coolness of his wedding band brushing her k
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