LOGINThe room went very quiet. Malcolm understood what I meant "Did he touch you?" he asked. His voice was even but there was something under it that was not even at all.“He tried to once.”I was crying properly now, not loudly. Just tears running down my face that I was not stopping anymore because I was too tired to stop them.Malcolm got up from the chair. He sat on the edge of the bed beside me and he put his arm around my shoulders and I did not pull away. I leaned into him and he held me there and I cried for a little while. He did not say anything while I cried. He did not tell me it was okay or that things would get better or any of the things people said when they did not know what else to do. He just held me there and let me finish.When I pulled back and wiped my face he reached over to the nightstand and handed me a tissue. I laughed a little at that which surprised meI wiped my face and took a breath.He was still sitting beside me and he was close enough that I could feel
Ruby's POVThe first thing I noticed when I woke up was that the ceiling was wrong. Not wrong in a bad way. Just different from what I was used to seeing when I opened my eyes in the morning. The ceiling in my room had a small water stain near the left corner that I had gotten used to looking at. This ceiling had nothing like that. It was plain and clean and higher than mine.I lay there for a second without moving.Then I turned my head slowly and looked around. This was Malcolm's room. I sat up fast and immediately regretted it because my head started pounding the moment I did. I pressed my hand to my forehead and sat very still and waited for the throbbing to settle into something manageable.I was still in the burgundy dress from last night. It was creased and the zip had come down slightly at the back. My shoes were on the floor beside the bed. The covers were pulled up to my waist. I looked at the other side of the bed.It was empty but the pillow had an indent in it like someo
Third Person POVMalcolm got Ruby out of the car carefully. She was not completely gone but she was not steady either. She was somewhere in between, where her body was moving but her coordination had mostly checked out. She was drunk from all the alcoholic wine consumption.He kept his arm around her waist and she leaned into him without seeming to notice she was doing it. He got her inside and up the stairs. His room was closer than hers. He made the decision quickly and practically and pushed the door open and brought her in and sat her on the edge of the bed."Okay," he said. "Let me get you some water."He turned to go to the bathroom."Malcolm," she called out.He turned back. She was looking at him. Her eyes were half lidded and her lipstick had faded and her hair had come down slightly from where it had been pinned. She looked at him in a way that was different from how she usually looked at him."Come here," she said."Ruby.""Come here," she said again.He came back to where
Ruby's POVThe boutique was exactly what Malcolm had described, small, well lit, and very organized. The woman who had spoken to me on the phone was already at the door when I arrived. Her name was Diane and she was brisk and efficient and did not waste time.She had pulled eight options, all gowns, all in my size range. She had laid them out in a private fitting room at the back and she stood to the side while I looked through them without hovering too close.I ruled out three of them immediately. One was too stiff, one was a colour that did nothing for my skin tone, and one had a neckline that I just did not feel comfortable in. The remaining five were all genuinely good options. Diane had done her homework. I tried on four of them.The one I picked was a deep burgundy. Floor length, with a fitted bodice and sleeves that came to the elbow. It had a small slit at the side that stopped just below the knee. Nothing dramatic. It fit well across the shoulders and the waist and did not pu
"What is funny?""You," he said and kept a straight face. "The way you said that, like you were bracing for a fight."I said nothing."Ruby." He said my name in that way that he stressed on the last syllable, "I am not a dictator.""You made me quit my job,""I handled that badly and I already apologized for it. That is different. I had reasons for that. An art competition is not the same thing."I looked at him. "So you are not going to tell me not to enter.""Why would I tell you not to enter a competition?" he said. "You want to chase your dreams, chase them. Enter as many competitions as you want. If you win, even better."I sat there for a second not sure what to do with that response because I had genuinely not prepared for it."Okay," I said."You seem surprised," he said."I am a little," I said."I do not have a problem with you having ambitions," he said. "I have a problem with you being unprotected in situations where I cannot account for your safety. Those are two differen
Ruby's POVI did not know what to say to that so I did not say anything. The room was quiet for a moment. Then Malcolm's eyes dropped to my wrist. He looked at it the same way he did before. That focused, still look that lasted just a moment too long.I had been waiting for the right time to ask about it and I decided that the right time was probably not going to announce itself so I might as well just do it now."Why does the mark bother you so much?" I asked.He looked up at me."Every time you see it you get this look," I said. "You went through my room because of it. You have been staring at it since you first noticed it. I want to know why."He exhaled slowly. He looked at the mark again and then back at my face."Do you know what it means," he said. "To be marked by a man."I blinked. "What?""When a man marks a woman it means something. It is not casual. It is a claim. It is saying that she belongs to him."I felt something go cold in my stomach. "And you thought someone had ma
A tall man in a prison guard uniform walked towards us.“Coffee?” He asked, holding out a tray with two mugs while he held another which belonged to him in his other hand.“Thank you,” I muttered as I took mine. “No, thanks.” Millicent objected.“Really? This is the best black coffee you can find,
I dialed Millicent's number, and almost immediately, the call ended. I stared at the phone screen to see that her line was busy.I was about to set my phone aside when her call came in.Without giving it much thought, I answered the call and clutched the phone closer to my ear.“Good morning Ruby.
********Moon walkers camp.When I was just seven, my mother who had been barely taking care of me claimed that she was tired. She wanted to pursue a career and I had to leave for that to be possible.That day, I sat in a bus, sandwiched between two adult strangers as they drove to the famous Moon
I relentlessly stared at where the man sat, as though my hard stare would cause him to appear. If he was a clone creature who had disappeared into thin air, then I would be less troubled. Clone creature? Things like that only existed in comic books.I strode towards where the man sat, my face shado







