I felt sick. Physically sick.
If Harge is behind this, which I have no doubt he isn't, then that sick bastard will pay for what he's already done. He will get what is coming to him, and I don't care how long it takes or how far I have to go;
He will suffer.
What kind of sick idiot comes after my sister? What's the purpose, to get to Carol? Why can't he get it through his thick ass skull that she doesn't want him, and never did. He became someone she didn't like, and he abused her in ways I cannot explain. What makes him think that she's going to come running back to him?
How far is he willing to go? How far is he going to push in order to get what he wants? What other damage is he willing to accomplish?
I'm scared.
I'm so damn scared, but at the same time, I'm not.
I'm afraid of getting too close to him, because he could do whatever the hell he wants to with me and I wouldn't have the strength to fight back.
He's a lot bigger and stronger.
The only thing I'm capable of doing, is out running him. But, I'm not going to do that. There isn't any purpose in me to run away from him, because that's the last thing on my mind.
I don't know what he's planning on doing next, or who he's going after next, but better believe he won't touch Carol.
All these thoughts are running through my head and I'm getting a headache from overthinking every possible situation that could happen.
I glanced over at the clock and saw that it was a few minutes after three. I sighed as I laid there in bed with all these thoughts running through my head.
I didn't know what I was planning on doing, because right now nothing was coming to me. I had to do something though, and getting the police involved is the last thing on my mind. Even though Richard said that I should do it, which isn't a terrible idea, he needs to understand that this is my battle between Harge and I, not the police.
With all these thoughts, I fell asleep.
*
I felt someone nibbling on my neck. It wasn't a kiss, because I could feel their lips gently biting down on my skin. I also felt a body on top of me, and without even opening my eyes, I knew who it was.
I smiled with my eyes closed, "Carol,"
I felt the nibbling stop, followed by a voice, "Hmm?"
I opened my eyes and saw her smiling down at me and I instantly had a million butterflies erupt in my stomach as I stared at this beautiful woman.
I smiled, "What are you doing?"
She smiled back, "I'm loving my wife," I instantly felt my face heat up and she giggled. "I still have that effect on you, I see,"
"You always will," I smiled as she smiled.
She leaned down and gently placed kisses all on my face. I tried so hard not to die from her cuteness as I was probably redder than a damn tomato by now.
She leaned up and stared at me, "How did I get so lucky?" she tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and continued to stare at me. "How?"
I stared at her, "You? I should be asking you the same thing," I searched her eyes for a moment as she was staring at me. "I got the woman of my dreams. The only woman that ever captured my heart and kept it. The woman who I thought I would never get. The woman who is my everything and showed me the meaning of love when I needed it the most," I stared at her as she was speechless and I saw her eyes glistering.
"So tell me, Carol. How did I get so lucky?"
At that moment, everything happened way too fast, but at the same moment, it happened in slow motion.
Carol crashed her lips on mine and her hands found their way to my face to try and bring me closer. She instantly sucked the breath right out of me, and I was gasping for air when she pulled back for a second.
A second.
Not one second over.
Her lips instantly found their way back to mine in under a second and I was again, breathless.
Her hips were going in a grinding motion and I felt my whole body start catching fire. It drove me crazy to have her grinding on me while kissing me the way she was, and I felt my heart pound against my chest.
We pulled back and I heard her gasp for air. I looked at her as she looked at me and I knew that we were both thinking the same thing.
Our clothes were off in an instant and our lips found each other once more. I felt her body against mine and the flames ignited back into my body within seconds.
She positioned herself between my legs and I could have died right there. It seems as though every time we make love, it still feels like the first. It always feels like that because she makes it where every time is better than the last. Each time has more love and passion behind it than the previous love we made.
We made love for a few hours, and I was on a high the whole time. It wasn't rushed, and it wasn't intense. It was gentle and soft. It was as though we were making love for the first time like we did seven years ago at her beach house. The first time I saw her naked, and the first time I felt instantly connected to her in a different way than I ever thought.
The first time I fell in love with her.
*
Carol's sleeping form never ceases to amaze me. It seems as though she's at peace when she's sleeping. I always seem to become mesmerized by her when she's sound asleep next to me or in my arms.
We're cuddled against each other in bed, naked. I couldn't ask for a better life than this because I'm living it right now.
I always thought I'd have a shitty life when I was younger because of what I was going through. I never thought that I would even get to live a normal life because of the shit I was put into and everything that happened.
But here I am, with the love of my life, naked in bed after making love, and everything seems to fit just right.
It happens.
Everything that is happening in your life right now, good or bad, has its purpose, and even though it seems as though things aren't going the way you want it to, doesn't mean you should give up.
Don't give up.
Everything will work itself out, and everything will be ok.
I lift Carol's chin up and gently kiss her on the lips. She stirs but doesn't wake up as I slowly get out of her grip and slip a shirt over me and walk downstairs. As I entered the kitchen, I decided to make some dinner.
I don't know what I'll make but as soon as my mind starts wandering off, I just start cooking. As I'm cooking, my mind wanders off to a dark place and I instantly shake my head.
I hate Harge. I hate him.
He has no right to come back into our lives and ruin it. He has no right to cause damage to us when he knows that he's not getting anywhere with the shit he's stirring up. He thinks he's going to win, but he won't.
After I get done cooking, I rush upstairs to grab my phone. I quietly grab it without waking Carol and I walk downstairs as I'm dialing a number. I wait for a few moments until they pick up.
"Hello?"
I smile, "Hey, what's up?"
I hear a sigh, "Dealing with Ely," she pauses. "What's up with you?"
I chuckled, "Just got done cooking, um, listen.. I need to ask you something,"
"Sure, anything,"
I sighed, "Do you know a place or anybody who does boxing?"
There was a pause. "Um, no. Not really," damn. "Why?"
I couldn't tell her the truth. "I was just wondering. I really want to try it out, for fun,"
"Oh, ok. Well, if you're not doing anything tomorrow, we can go look around town for a place," she suggested.
I smiled, "Yeah, that sounds great. Um, you can come pick me up around noon? I'll text you the address"
I heard the smile in her voice, "Alright, I'll call you tomorrow,"
I smiled, "Ok. Bye Genevieve,"
"Bye Terry,"
I hung up and instantly had a smile on my face. This was great. I couldn't wait until tomorrow. I turned around and nearly jumped out of my skin. "Shit, Carol!" I held my hand over my heart as I felt it race. "You scared me,"
She smiled and walked over to me in a robe, "Sorry," she kissed my cheek then looked behind me, "You made dinner?" I nodded and watched her walk over to it then looked back at me. "You're the best,"
I smiled, "No. I just wanted to cook dinner for you," it was no big deal.
She smiled as I grabbed her a plate and took it to her as I was guiding her to the table. She sat down and I placed the plate in front of her while smiling at her. She looked up at me and smiled, "I love you,"
I smiled back at her, "I love you too," I leaned down and kissed her forehead.
My phone vibrated and I took it out and saw a message from Genevieve telling me to send her the address. I texted her back the address then saw Carol staring at me. "What?"
"Who was that?" she continued to stare at me.
I shrugged, "Genevieve. We're going somewhere tomorrow," it felt like I was holding my breath as I was getting stared down by her. I don't know why it feels like I'm lying to her, because I'm not.
She nodded. "Ok. Well, I had plans for us tomorrow," now I feel my heart stopping. "But, it's fine. Go hang out with your friend,"
I sighed, "It's not going to be an all day thing," I reassured her.
She shrugged, "It's fine. Have fun," she started eating her food and I watched her for a while.
It seemed as though every time I brought up Genevieve, Carol acted funny like she didn't want me being around her. She never even met the girl before but I'm afraid of what might happen when she does.