“Stay,” He whispered in my ear as he started unbuttoning the cardigan for me. It was intimate and he never acted that way around me before.
He sighs, not out of frustration, but something else. Finn removes his hand from my knee and I shiver. His touch left me warm and now I felt freezer-burnt. He sucks in his bottom lip, nibbles it slightly, and then lets it free again. “We have reason to believe that the attack on you and Juliet wasn’t random, but planned.” He says.
The knife in question was left inside Juliet’s body, a disgusting act of violation. We know now that the knife was a gift given to Lennox from her father. We also know that the DNA left of the knife belongs to the fucker who did this. The question I keep going back to is, why he would switch to a knife, especially one that belonged to Lennox?
Get caught up before diving into chapter two: Hunted: Prologue HUNTED: Chapter One Two. Lennox Rose: Beep. Tap-tap. Snore? Beep. Click-Click. My eyes flutter open. I am in a dark room, lit by a small yellow light under a door to my left, and the moon glow from the window to my right. I … Continue reading HUNTED: Chapter Two
Take the time to catch up: ---> Hunted: Prologue WARNING: EXPLICIT LANGUAGE One. Officer Finn Holland: I inhale a sharp intake of breath. It is negative thirty degrees outside but I only know this because my watch says so. The cold is briery and the snow is deep, nearly thigh high. Unfortunately, the blizzard hasn’t … Continue reading HUNTED: Chapter One
Good evening you guys! Man I have missed creative writing Wednesday's - for those of you who don't live inside my head , that is what I have nick-named the day of the week that I choose to bore you with my creative writing shenanigans. For the first couple months of the year I posted … Continue reading Hunted: Prologue
“Why do you have those anyway?” Ophelia asked wrapping up my third grade portrait. My mother had all of my formative years plastered on the wall. My only-child status was obvious. I could tell Ophelia was restraining from commenting on every photo she wrapped. The amusement on her face was apparent.
“My dad was terrified of clowns so my mom kept collecting them so that he would get over his fear. She figured if he saw them on a daily basis he would become so used to them that his Coulrophobia would fade away.
“And did it?”
“Don’t tell me you love me,” I finally said.
“Why not?” He looked hurt.
“Because I am not a good person.” He was on top of me so it was hard to look away from him even though I wanted to.
“Ophelia Mae Micheals, I love you,” He said anyway.
“I told you not to say that,” tears were in my eyes.
“You can’t tell me how to feel.” He said kissing the tip of my nose.
“Those words should be protected and saved for someone you truly love,” A lone tear leaked into my ear. I hated myself more then I ever have at this particular moment.
“Steven…Steven…” I said giving him a firm shove.
“Don’t worry it’s way to crowded in here for people to notice.” He said raising the hand that was by my bra line to cup my breast. His lips were below my ear and sucking.
“Steven! Not here ok?” I said firmer and giving him another push. After what happened last night with Archer all of this suddenly felt so wrong. But it wasn’t like I could tell him I kissed another guy. Not only that but I wasn’t even sure how to feel about anything right now, let alone my relationship with Steven. Archer didn’t want date me. He made that clear. So should I date Steven even though I had stronger feelings for someone else? Someone I could never have? Where did that leave me? I really liked Steven but did that mean I should stay with him and let it play out or did I move on? But move on to who? Honestly, I felt so confused and conflicted.
Chapter Six Ophelia The next couple of days blurred by. It was as if I had been living in this self-absorbed fog and then I met Mr. O’Connor and that fog lifted. Well, it was lifting, anyway. It was hard for me to get used to calling him Archer, even in my mind. The day … Continue reading Discovering Wonderland (Chapter 6)