When The Puppet Falls For The Puppeteer

Not your Puppet anymore

Myra

"Can-Can I stay here?" I asked, my voice barely audible as I knocked on Ash's door.

She opened it instantly. "Yes, Myra-bear. Come inside."

But just before I could step in, Dan appeared behind her, heading out.

I froze. "Oh. I didn't know you two were together," I said, hesitant, awkward.

"It's okay, Myra. Don't worry," Ash said quickly. "Come in."

Dan paused, his brows drawing together with concern. "Are you okay?"

I nodded—but the tears had other plans. They poured out before I could stop them.

Ash pulled me into a tight hug. "Ohh, Myra..."

Then came the sound that made my blood freeze.

Screeching tires. His car.

Marcus stepped out of his car.

He got out with urgency, stalking up the steps. "Myra, listen to me. Just give me a chance to explain—" He reached for my arm.

I couldn't speak. My throat had sealed shut. I pulled my hand free and stepped inside without looking back.

Ash closed the door behind me. Dan bid her goodbye stepping out himself, saying she should be with me.

"ASHLEY, OPEN THE DOOR!" His fist banged against it.

"Myra, please. You're taking it wrong. Red, come on. Listen to me!"

We heard Dan's voice through the door next. Calm. Cold. "Looks like you fucked up real bad."

A pause. Marcus's voice came back, raw and frayed. "Don't. Just fucking don't."

"Ashley open the door." He banged the door again.

"She's tolerated you a lot. If she's reacting like this... you really fucked up. Anyway, see you at home."

A moment later, we heard his car pull away. Then silence.

But not for long.

"Myra, I'm not leaving without you," Marcus's voice returned like a vow carved in steel.

I slid down the wall beside me, my knees giving out. The tears came harder now.

Ash knelt next to me. I saw the questions in her eyes before she even spoke.

"Please don't ask me anything," I whispered.

"Come lets go to the room." She said holding me up.

"Where are your parents?" I asked as we climbed the stairs.

"Date night," she said with a shrug. "You've got me all to yourself."

I tried to smile but failed. "I'm sorry Dan had to leave."

"Don't worry about it," she said, already rummaging through her drawers. "It's not a big deal."

She handed me a pair of camisole shorts and a soft top. "You change, I'll be right back."

I nodded, heading to the bathroom. I splashed water on my face, but my tears wouldn't stop. No amount of washing could erase the feeling clawing inside me. 

I started to accept his ownership. But will he actually marry someone else and keep me as his plaything? As his what....whore? Mistress? The thought was killing me. I was scared of him. I still am but I used to believe whenever he said I belonged to him. That my place is with him. But now it feels like my place is only for his entertainment.