MAEVE HAWTHORN.
Bolting out of the basement as fast as I could, I ran out of the building with absolutely no idea where I was going but I kept running off in hopes that I was going to run into someone.
My mind was conflicted and even though I was running out of breath, I didn’t stop. The estate was so huge that I felt like I wasn’t getting anywhere at all.
Why did I agree to come with him? Why didn’t I put up more fights?
I could hear the sound of Enzo’s car behind me but looking back was the last thing on my mind. Increasing my speed, I ran until I couldn’t anymore and finally stopped when Enzo’s car double crossed me.
Left with no other choice, I decided to go back all the way but I hadn’t gone very far when I felt Enzo grabbed me, pulling me back until I crashed into his hard chest.
My heart pounded erratically and the scent of his cologne was starting to send some kind of signal to my body and I just couldn’t let that happen.
Fighting against him, Enzo held me even tighter until I no longer had it in me to fight anymore, until I gave up trying to push him away from me.
Shrieking at the top of my lungs, I didn’t give up hitting his large, hard chest as I kept screaming with reckless abandon, the sound of my own loud wails was a pain to my ears but I didn’t stop.
“LET GO OF ME!” I shouted with all my might, my vocal cords almost breaking as I struggled against me but he only wrapped his arms around me even tighter.
“Take it easy,” he said in a hushed tone like I was a baby and he was trying to put me to sleep, “it’s fine.” He added and my skin crawled.
How can he say it’s fine when it’s clear that it’s not?
“Calm down.” He continued trying to get me out of my hysterical state as he stroked and kissed my hair but there was no way I could calm down, there was no way I could bring myself to stop being restless.
Not after everything that had just happened.
I just fucking saw him orgasm at the same time he killed a man and that’s a horror I never thought I could ever experience.
All of my years with my father and even though he had traumatized me in more ways than one, I never thought that I was going to see something so extreme.
I tried to tamp down the flood that was swirling in my stomach but it was hard to do that and without warning or a hint of remorse or anything, I let it all out on Enzo’s shirt.
Vomiting until I had nothing left to get out of my stomach but Enzo still didn’t pull me away from me, he held so close, so tightly that I could hear rather than feel his heartbeat.
His heart thumped, the sound calming my own raging heart and I didn’t think my heart would respond to the sound of Enzo’s heartbeat but it did and it didn’t take long for me to calm down.
My pulse and breathing returned back to normal as I closed my eyes, my knees felt so weak that I knew that if Enzo decides to let go of me, I wouldn’t be able to remain standing.
As if knowing how weak I’d gotten, Enzo swooped me up like he’d done back at home and before we got to the basement, I didn’t fight him, I submitted to him and let him take me to the car.
I was numb, probably because of the terror I was still feeling and I placed my head against the window, daring not to close my eyes because the moment I did that, I saw the basement.
The more I tried to shut out any other sound, the louder the piercing screams of that man became so I was reduced to staring outside the window.
I looked at the cars that overtook us and the one we overtook, the ride back home was comfortably silent and although choking, I was glad he didn’t make an attempt to speak.
The sound of the car jolting to a halt put a momentary stop to my thoughts and it wasn’t until then that I realized that we had gotten home already.
The day had also gotten darker and I was about to open the door when something dropped in my mind, making me turn to look at Enzo who was in a different shirt already and was also looking ahead of him.
“Do you feel guilty for killing that man?” I asked, that wasn’t the way I wanted to put the question but I ran out of ways to put words together.
“I don’t,” Enzo responded with a straight face, no hint of guilt in his voice or his eyes as he turned to finally face me, “he deserved it.” He added.
His voice was cold, utterly emotionless and it chilled me to my bones. I shuddered and fear festered into me more as the car turned even colder than the AC was already making it.
All Enzo needs right now is a horn and hell to rule over because he’s no different from a monster and the devil himself.
“Are you scared of me?” He asked, his green eyes boring eyes into every inch of my being. He looked as though he wouldn’t function if I didn’t give him an answer.
“Enzo,” I muttered, swallowing as I dared myself to not look away from him, “scared is what I get whenever I see a roach or a reptile, what I feel for you, Enzo, is greater.”
“I’m terrified of you.”
I finished and without looking back, I pushed open the car door and sprinted to my room as fast as I could and as I closed the door behind me, I rested my back against it and waited for him to come here but he never did.
My heart thumped erratically and everything I tried to steady my racing heartbeat only came to nought, nothing worked.
I’d even tried thinking about happy things but no matter what I thought, I kept seeing that horrible scene, his open stomach, his eyes that were gouged out of his eyes and the sound of screams resonated more times than I can count in my head.
How do I sleep with these terrifying images in my head?
How does he sleep after doing these horrible things?
The sound of a door knock jolted me out of my thoughts, the force hitting me so hard that I hit the ground before I could even think as cold chills run down my spine.
Slowly, the door opened and I felt my skin crawling even more, my stomach was clenched tight and fear welled up in my throat as I crawled backwards.
Beads of sweats formed on my forehead and my teeth clattered but soon, Enzo stepped in and I felt my pulse steadying back.
“What do you want?” I sneered, scampering up and pulling away from him when he took a step forward.
“Like I said, Maeve, I would never hurt you,” he started but the more he said that, the more scared I became.
“You don’t have to be so terrified of me, I’m not a monster,” he continued and I couldn’t believe he just said that.
“Goodnight, Maeve.”