WARNING ⚠️ NEXT SCENCE INVOLVES NAKED BODIES AND SEXUAL WRITING - READ AT YOUR OWN RISK‼️
G A L E
I once loved her like my own. Like she was my own flesh and blood despite our pigmented differences.
She was once a beautiful angel, both her and her mother were the angels I never got to have in my life at one point.
But now, every time I look at her, I see my guardian angel. My sweet sweet Eden. The beauty to my beastly world.
She was my everything. Every thing I never knew I needed until the moments leading up to her death. Her laid beneath me, asking me of a promise I wish I could have kept.
Eden lay in bed, staring at the door as I knew she was thinking deep inside her head and behind the large curls that cascaded around her angelic face.
"What are you thinking about baby." I whispered, taking off my tie from a long days work as she let out a breath and then looked down at me from the top of the bed.
"You wouldn't like it if I told you." She gave me a soft smile, and then took in another shaky breath.
I sighed then, stripping down to my boxers as I stalked over to her and pulled her into my arms, holding her now small frame as she did lose significant weight from the illness that was taking over her body day by day.
"If I tell you, can you promise not to be so hard on yourself?" Her light brown eyes stared into my own as I knew she held more care for her daughter and I, then she did for herself.
And that hurt me.
But with a slight nod, I listened to what she had to say. "I searched up my illness, and how far I am. I'm not going to make it much longer and I know you don't want to hear this but-" she let out a breath and continued. "I-I need you to take care of my daughter when it happens. She's the only thing left of me, and I don't want her to feel abandoned again." Tears began to well up in her eyes as I wiped one away and gulped down my own.
"I love her too much too leave her like this, but I know I can't stop it-"
"Baby.." I was pissed that she'd bring this conversation up. Not because she told me the one thing I hated hearing from her, but because I knew I couldn't help her.
I was once again being stripped of the one thing I needed in my life. "Stop talking like this. Please baby." I kissed the single tear that fell down her cheek and looked into her eyes again. "Please just let me hold you. I don't want to think about tomorrow, or even the future. I just want to think about right now, and how much I need you in my life." My words were another trigger to her as more tears came down her cheeks and her breathing faltered.
"Kiss me." She whispered in a breathy sigh as I leaned down and kissed her lips, savoring the taste, despite knowing one day I'd never get to taste them again.
She pulled me closer then, and began to undress me as I did the same to her. I tasted salt as we both became accustomed to each others body. My hands roaming her now thin frame, as I caressed her visible rib cage.
"Promise me, that you'll do as I said." She pulled my face away just as I slid into her, and with a sigh of pleasure I nodded as I saw her face turn into one of pleasure also.
"I promise." I said, just as I began to rock in and out of her slowly, taking my time as she kissed me then, and told me how much she loved me and her little girl so many times.
And with one final kiss, as we both reached our peaks, I pulled away only to see that the love of my life was lifeless.
The memory was petrifying. Every night that I slept in that bed after that day, was another night I dreamed of her lying next to me.
Her chocolatey skin tone always was something I had to compliment her on every morning, as she was always insecure and hesitant when letting me show her how much I loved her.
And so after she passed, I couldn't sleep in that bed alone. I always had it filled with another body, another woman.
And now that I watch this spit out image of my dear angel sleep so peacefully in front of me, I couldn't help but feel anger course through me.
I was angry because she got to live, and not my wife. She got the immunity that my wife didn't.
If it wasn't my choice, she'd be gone already. Out of my sight for all I cared.
Just then, she began to stir in her sleep and I set my hand on her bruised arm. The nurses were probably asking questions now, and searching for more things to bring to the police.
But they had no evidence it was me. For all they knew it could be the boy who was patiently waiting outside of this room right now. But as I sat in this chair, awaiting this mutts awakening, I'd make sure she wouldn't tell a soul what I had done to her.
"I see your awaking." I said, as I squeezed and unsqueezed Ebonys wrist, and noticed that her breathing began to pick up slightly.
She must think she's having a bad dream. How cute.
"You saw me at that place with my friend. I wonder if you were scared because you saw me, or the woman I was with?" I remembered the woman then, and how similar she looked to my Eden.
One depressed night, and a few too many drinks, and any black girl with thick curls and a nice ass could've pulled off for my wife.
But this girl I didn't find one drunken night. She somehow came to me. It was crazy because she looked so much like my Eden I swear I would've thought she was if I hadn't seen her up close.
"Stop it. Stop it." I heard Ebony mumble in her sleep, as I lowly chuckled and shook my head. "Stop what Ebony? Making you realize that you ruined my life by making my Eden go away?" I squeezed harder, knowing how bony her wrist was and how easily I could just snap the bone in two.
The doctors wouldn't find out about it until I was already on my way out the country. But I knew Ebony was leverage, and she was the entire part to my money making.
"Listen Ebony, this is what I need for you to do for me. I'll make a deal with you." I stopped squeezing her wrist as her eyes finally loosened up and she let out a long sigh. "If you don't tell anyone what I've done to you, I'll let you leave right after I give you some money back at home."
"No, no." She began to mumble again, and I knew I needed something to reel her in with.
Just then the perfect thought came into mind. "Do you remember that MP3 player your mother gave you?" She stopped shaking then, and she was immediately still. "Wouldn't want that to end up broken now would you?" She shook her head with a shaky breath as I nodded and got up now, as I was close to her face.
"Don't tell the doctors anything, and you'll be sure to get that back safely. Alright?" She nodded in her sleep and I then moved away as I grabbed her hand and shook it. "Great time held with you, mutt." I said, as I squeezed her hand then and walked to the door.
As I opened it, the boy from the cafe got up from his seat. He quickly looked up at me as I smirked and stepped aside to let him in.
"She's all yours." I said, with a smirk as his eyes stared into my own with a look I knew all too well.
Danger.
I knew this boy, but he didn't know me. He thought he could beat me, but it would be a fat chance before he could ever stop me.
"Whatever you've been doing to her. Ends now." He hissed, stepping up to me as I chuckled lowly. "She's mine. Don't think you can just take her away from me so quickly little boy." I smirked again as his jaw tightened and he pushed past me to step into the room.
I didn't waste anymore time than was needed as I then left the hospital to get what I needed done with this girl.
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E B O N Y
I wished I didn't have to choose between peace and destruction. That my life could be just as it was in my dream, so serene and calm.
No distractions, or even worries. I felt so lightweight, and free willed. There was nothing that made me feel less about myself there.
Nothing that hurt me.
And then I heard his voice. The man that made me realize just how hard it would be for me to find my peace and state of mind.
I was so afraid of him that I had awaken from my dream without him even knowing as he practically blackmailed me into not telling the doctors here of his abuse.
They of course had seen them when they brought me in and changed me. I didn't know how to feel about that, but I simply just stared around the room as I tried to think about what I was going to do from here on out.
As I kept my eyes closed, and heard Jackson and Gale exchange some words, I felt my breathing increase when I heard the door close, and footsteps coming closer to the bed. The bed railing shook then, as a hand gripped it.
"Your so much like him." He whispers, as I then realize its Jackson and I hear a chair scrape against the tiled floor and I now assume he's sitting.
He sighs then, and the bed railing does another shake. "God, I don't want her to end up like you David." His voice is muffled and I gulp as I wonder who this David person is.
He must really care about this person, by what I can hear in his voice.
"But I won't let that happen. I'll do a much better job then I did with you." He lets out a long breath. "A-and I know that sounds wrong of me, but it's the only way I can fix this, this forever open hole in my chest." I couldn't help but open my eyes then, as I looked at Jackson.
His hands were on his face, and even running through his hair as he spoke. "I need to find a way to make her leave with me." He looked up now, as his eyes found mine and I gulped.
"Hey, how are you feeling?" I let out a shaky breath and glanced away briefly. "I-I'm better. I guess." Out the corner of my eye I noticed the way Jackson seemed to give me half of his attention.
"That's, that's great." He stood up now as he put his hands in his pants pockets and then looked around the room. "How long were you up?" His eyes didn't cast on my own, as I gulped again and then answered curtly.
"I actually, just woke up." The lie was a burn to my tongue, but the way that Jackson stopped his movements and turned to me meant he believed me. "Okay." He nodded and then he looked down at the ground, before he took a couple steps towards me and was now on the other side of the bed.
"Listen Ebony, there's something we need to talk about." I noticed the way his jaw clenched at his words, and I gulped for the third or fourth time this hour, and with a tense breath I nodded. Hoping this conversation didn't steer the way I knew it would.
There was that slight chance.
"Do you remember what happened." His voice held more of a tone of directive, rather than a question and as I tried to rake my brain for the answer, it wasn't coming to me.
"We were at the cafe, and you were eating a sandwich." He watched me as something came back to me then, and it was an image of my mother.
But why.
"You got ready to leave, because you thought I did something when it was never the case." My eyes immediately found his.
"What did I think you did?" He looked hesitant on telling me, but the both of us knew this could be what helps me remember more.
But deep down I asked myself if I actually did want to remember what got me into the hospital in the first place.
And with a sigh he ran his hand through his hair, and then eyed me. "I had gotten sandwiches for us, you ate one. And then I offered you mine-"
"And you gave me that, look." I finished for him, now knowing what it was. "I-I asked you if you felt pity for me, a-and you lied to me-"
"Ebony I did not lie, not like you just did anyways." My eyebrows rose as he shook his head and sat down in the other chair by the bed, leaning in so that we were closer than normal.
"You fainted." Were his simple words as I blinked and took in a small breath. "They said you fainted because your body was low on energy. And if it wasn't for that sandwich that you had eaten, your chances of waking up at this moment, and not in a coma, would have been very miniscule." His eyes never left mine as I couldn't stop the wetness from forming in my eyes at the terrifying thought.
But then again, would it really be bad to be away from the pain.
"The nurses know about the bruises. They know that you haven't been eating a lot, and once they put two and two together, it won't be hard for them to just call the cops and get them up here to talk to you." His words frightened me speechless.
"Tell me instead of them. It'll be easier." I quickly shook my head as I turned away from him, as I couldn't help the tears that fell and I didnt want him to see them and feel even more pity for me.
"Ebony, I won't judge you." He grabbed my arm and turned me back to him and I kept my eyes closed, not wanting to look into his eyes as I let the tears fall down my cheeks.
I then felt his rough but warm hand on my cheek, as he wiped away the escaped tears. "Ebony, open your eyes." He whispered, as I shook my head again and more tears burned my eyes.
"I-I can't." I said with a shaky voice. "Why can't you." He asked as his voice didn't change, and that made me open my eyes as I looked into his penetrating blue ones.
It was like he was searching for something in my eyes. Something about me that he could figure out, and as I answered him with the one truth I could tell, his expression didn't change.
"It's-its not about just telling you about what I've gone through." I gulped and blinked away some tears that formed again. "It's about reliving them." I said, blinking more to block the tears but I just couldn't. "Reliving the pain and memories of pain." I said, as my lips trembled at the words that had begun to come out of my mouth.
And the tears fell harder, and eventually my body began to shake as a sob came out. I didn't realize that Jackson was now holding me as he slid in the bed beside me, and he whispered things to me that I knew weren't the truth, but he thought would soothe me.
"I can't force you to tell me anything." He said, as I continued to cry. "I know your afraid of what other people think of you, and what they'll think when they find out about what your going through." He pulled away from me as he tilted my chin up to look at him. "But I'm not those people." He looked between both of my eyes, as I stared into his own, searching for truth in them.
And deep down, although my mind was telling me to trust this guy. I still couldnt find myself truly believing that trusting this guy would be for the better. And that my life could finally change for better.
Then he pulled me closer as he broke the stare, and I lay my head on his chest. "But for now, you need rest." He ran his hand down my back, as I closed my eyes. Thinking about how safe I felt at this moment, and how warm I felt in his arms.
"Find your peace." Was the last thing I thought I heard from him, before my mind officially forgot about everything and I was slowly surrounded by a vast darkness as sleep overcame me.
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Guys! I almost cried while writing this chapter, OH MY GOSH!
Just to say the least, I almost bawled my eyes out. But anyways, thank you so much for reading, there's a little bit of a connection going on *wink wink* I hope you felt the tingles like I did.
Question time!!
- Do you guys feel any sympathy for Gale from the little 'excerpt' I gave you into his mindset??
- What do you think about the small bit of 'change' thats happening to Jackson?
Thanks so much for reading and I can't wait to see you guys in the next chapter! Much looooooove
-Ellipticall
Btw I apologize for any mistakes in this chapter. :/