LETHU I stirred back into consciousness and it was like déjà vu yet this time I was hanging from a beam in a brightly lit room. My eyes fluttered close from the assault of the light. In that second, the pain rained over my body like summer rain. It was too intense I could not even cry out. My whole face was on fire, my arms and legs aching deep from the bone because of the position I was hanging in. I could feel what was left of my dress twisted and turned around my body. My mouth tasted of blood and burned. The tears bleed out, glazing down my burning cheek as I sniffled. The cloud slowly slipped away with it settling on me what had happened. I shot my eyes out wide as more tears flooded out. My heart ran its own race as I shook so much it had me slightly swing in the position I was in. The fear, such fear, it was consuming. Not again. I kept thinking, shaking even harder until I thought I would faint. I could recall how hard the boot had come on my face. I was afraid they had
ELIO I always prided myself on my patience and that day it was truly tested. We hopped on the jeeps, taking off to soon be jerking around as we took ways unconventional to many. The car was dead silent even with the six men sitting in with me. A convoy of black G wagons jerked through the rugged terrain. The sun was hidden away by the tall trees. It was hot in the car but no one dared crack even a window. I was in my thoughts and I did not want to be disturbed. Lethu’s images danced in my head, her smile keeping me bolted down as I made the way up the mountain until we stopped and took camp. We would proceed by foot when the time was right. The beta team checked in, having also reached their destination. I rolled my sleeves up, undoing my button as the other men changed into the appropriate gear. I had no time to change nor the patience. With binoculars in hand, I checked the security around the targeted compound. We would wait till dark. The darkness did not change anything but
LETHU I drifted in and out of consciousness. I could have been dreaming the whole thing; my body pulled down, boots hitting the ground with such emergence and car tires screeching. I knew I had been dreaming it all. I knew nothing but pain waited for me when I finally woke up. I dreaded it with every cell in my body. My body itself seemed to be in the roaring fires of hell with how hard it ached and burned. I felt my tears slip even in my unconscious state. I felt the painful purr pull from me with each jerk of my body. I felt hands on me, and I wanted to fight but I was stuck in the state I was in. I felt the hands grip and pull me which had me wince so hard. I was pushed up, arms carrying me. It was cold and I was fading slowly but surely yet the tension could be felt. My eyes fluttered and closed, darkness all around with the silence dreadful. Was this it? Were they there to bury me alive? Was more torture coming my way? Whoever was carrying me was walking and soon they stood.
I was clean and warm. I was in a large black sweater which I kept pulling on its sleeves. Elio changed my bandages and I had held onto him for dear life, not wanting to see the open wounds on my skin that burned with no remorse. I sat with legs crossed on the chair in the closet. No words had been spoken since the shower. So much had to be said yet both of us afraid to open the channel. It had wrecked me so much seeing Elio in tears and I swore I would bury anyone alive that left him in tears again in this life. I would burn the world for him just as he would for me. My eyes followed him with every step he took. Something in me had exploded in that shower. A layer had been shed with a different one worn on me. I felt so protective, this hardcore feeling overpowering. His pain became my pain and it killed me seeing him that deep in his mind. The man was far from fine. He worked on autopilot, cleaning the room until it was pee free. His bare feet tapped on the floor. My head turned
My legs and arms held on as Elio made his way around the room. He bent down to pick a paper bag with my eyes going wide. “Are those mine?” I questioned with a corked brow, staring into his face. He chuckled because he knew me and pills did not mix. I swallowed hard. I had barely survived the ones I took a month ago. “Yes.” Elio answered as I sighed in defeat. I stared all around me as we walked out of the bedroom. We were in a penthouse with the view stunning as we stepped out into the living room connected to the open kitchen. It was a simple and plain but expensively stunning apartment. Glass was all that kept the birds from flying in. We were looking down on all the surrounding buildings and it felt like we were Gods looking down on humanity. Fresh air blew in from the opened glass door, the city sounds heard and I loved it. I couldn’t wait to sit out in the balcony and just stare at the world. I was pushed up, my body carefully lowered on the counter and next to me my pills w
“Smells so good.” I said, grinning like a five-year-old and it took everything in me not to clap my hands in anticipation. The hunger let itself be known, wanting to taste anything else than the bitter taste in my mouth. Elio put the lid on the pot, walking to the sink then he turned back to me. My eyes ran to the full glass of water. I frowned then it hit me and I could not help but shift back. Each movement of my body sent a whole explosion of pain. “Don’t shift Lethu.” Elio warned but I couldn’t help it. I was already shaking my head over and over again with my gut wrecked. The glass was placed right next to me and I stared as if he had just planted a gun. I did not dare take my eyes off him. Elio pulled the sac of pills and a cry nearly pulled from me. “Shouldn’t I eat first?” I tried to prolong the horror. “These need to be taken thirty minutes before eating.” My eyes widening even more because he pulled out more than five packets of pills and a huge bottle. I huffed out in
“Can we eat outside?” I asked as Elio sat me down on the couch. “We will be exposed,” He said and I nodded in understanding only to grab on tightly to the couch as it moved. My cheeks heated up, Elio pushing the couch to leave it right before the glass window where I could see the sky and a bit of the city further away. “The glass is bulletproof.” He assured whilst I nodded my head. I had to start being careful with my life. Anyone could literally be standing with a snipper somewhere. It seemed extreme even as I thought about it but my experiences told me otherwise. The round small table carrying our food was placed before the couch, making everything perfect. Elio sat down. I turned to stare at him, legs crossed under me. My plate was handed to me which I took with both hands. “Thank you.” I felt spoiled and well taken care of. “Thank you for everything,” I added, truly thankful even for his love. “So, how did your family or you get involved in this kind of business?” “I was b
If anyone would ever ask me what a perfect day looked like it would be the day I had or maybe a day with Elio. He was the special component that made the day perfect. We talked in that couch. We talked each hour away until a knock came from the door. It was the bouquet of dahlias Elio had bought me with a basket filled with junk. I burned through the basket, talking his ear off until he himself laughed and it was a memory I would treasure forever. We had dinner around seven even though I was full then he scooped me up and took me to the shower. He cleaned my cuts and changed my bandages to leave me on the bathroom counter staring at him shower with my legs swinging. Everywhere his hand went, my eyes were right after like a puppy to it’s owner. I locked my eyes on him, taking in every curve, every dip in his body. I ate the tattoos up, going up his sleeve. I wondered what they meant. They were none I had seen before, just unique and beautiful symbols. It felt like he was screaming th