His magical touch
Mi
I retreated
to my wardrobe in my bed room. It was at least safe in there, away from him and
them and everyone else in the unit and I spent eight long hours in there. The
staff did come in and check but they didn’t push me. I wasn’t sure why they let
me go. Maybe it was because I wasn’t angry or even sad. It was just somewhere
that I had to be and it was so ultimately set in my mind that they couldn’t
ague with it not even if it made me miss lunch or snacks or any other
activities. I could have happily stayed there forever in my ball. I could have
put up with the cramp and the pins and needles to stay in the security that was
a dark hole surrounded by cheap beach effect wood but my bladder had other
ideas. At the end of it all I eventually had to, no matter how reluctantly, make
a trip to the bathroom.
I ran to the
bathroom quickly and lightly on my feet Checking the corners for monsters as I
went. I didn’t want to see anyone and a glimpse of Connor would have about
destroyed me. I had loved the man that had left me. The one who sat next to my
curled up body like a protective Labrador ready to defend off any monster big
or small that put me in danger. I had loved the scruffy haired boy that had
pilled blankest onto me when my body trembled
with shivers and took them away as I over heated, but he had not come
back to me as I had wished, and worse, someone else had inside the body that I
felt like I knew.
After I had
been to the toilet I planned to go back to my cupboard. I would try and sleep in a nest of my old
cloths and dream until the staff awakened me there and forced me out physically
or Emmet and Esmee came to save me. I had overheard staff saying that Esmee had
called in for her shift saying that Mia and Emmet had gone down with a 24 hour
bug and there was no one else to look after them both but she would be back for
her early shift tomorrow and if Emmet was feeling better he would come in for
the night. I hoped to stay safe until then, until there was someone to run to
and someone to explain why the world seemed to hate me so much.
I got about
half way back to my bedroom before some grabbed me from behind pulling at my
wrists and twisted me around so my back was braced against the cold wall. I
shouted before I could properly comprehend whose eyes were starring back into
mine. Whose eyes were trying to work them out about as much as I was trying to
work out who or what now lived in his.
“What are you
planning to do to me Connor?” I asked. I know I should have felt fear at being
held like this by him. I had thought that when I saw him again I would have
been terrified but something inside me refused to feel it. If he was going to
hurt me he, he was going to hurt me, and strangely I didn’t mind really. My
destruction at his hands seemed almost OK.
“Do to you? I
would never hurt you MI.”
“Then why did
you just tackle me from behind Connor? You hurt me then. You know I have the
wrists of a 90 year old, you could have broken them. The Connor I knew wouldn’t
have done that to me. You were gentle and kind back then. I mean what was that
stunt you were playing with Jean. You were so rude to her and you know as well
as I do that she is one of the best damn nurses that this place has. A little
annoyingly cheery at time yes but hell you have to laugh at this place if you
ever stand a chance at getting out of here alive!” I yelled at Connor my anger
swelling into void that the fear should have used. I wanted to know what had
made him like this. Who had stolen his heart when he had got into that car and
drove away from this place?
“Anger, well
that’s a new one. Anger I like. It’s good to see some fight in you.” Connor grinned
as he let go of my wrists and held me against the wall with his sheer force of
presence. I had missed his smile more than even I knew I had missed it, and now
that it was in front of me again, complete on his perfect face it almost hurt.
My Connor had always used this smile for me back when he was whole still – back
when he felt the electric that I had.
“I am angry
because I don’t know what has happened to you Connor! I’m angry because you
survived too long in here only to be corrupted somehow when you were given your
life back! I’m angry because they took you away from this world and you were
perfect!” I almost sobbed at him at the same time as I tried not to reach out
and shake him by the shoulders.
His lips
reached mine before I saw it happen and the magic exploded inside my head
before I had time to pull away or protest. My body didn’t care to listen to
logic then. It acted instinctually and furiously as his teeth brushed lightly
over my bottom lip and I pushed myself closer into him, pushing my left hand up
under his t-shirt and gripping my right into his tousled hair so I could hold
his face to mine and take the kiss deeper. His mouth responded to mine without
even thinking. His lips and tongue working in perfect time making every sense
inside me explode in passion and heat. He then took it even further as I felt
the scar tissue on his rough hands crease the contours of my back, lingering
gently in the arch before meandering its way to the top and resting over my
bra. It would have been so easy for him to undo it then, and I wanted him to. I
wanted to rip the t-shirt off over his head while he pulled off my jumper and
carried me away were we could get even closer. I wanted to feel every part of
his bare skin rubbing against mine. I wanted to breathe him in and taste his
flesh so he could bring every part of me to elation and I thought I was going
to get my wish as I felt my bar go lose around my back…
“Shit! Stop
it Connor!” I could have screamed at him as he dropped my body as quickly as he
picked it up and left me feeling cold. I wanted to cry it hurt so much. I had
never felt that way before, never experienced such sensual pleasure and I never
wanted it to end.
“I am so
sorry Mi… I have no idea what came over me, or why the hell I decide to take
your bra off,” Connor stuttered before smacking his hands to his head, “Connor
you are such a damn idiot!”
“Don’t,” I
said taking a step closer to him and taking his hands in mine so I could lower
them to his sides, “It’s Ok… I mean, I enjoyed it… I mean… I didn’t want you to
stop.”
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