Chapter 3
“I’ll be here, Angel.”
Angel remembered the words as she watched her door shatter, as Michael kicked it down two nights later. She’d spent those two days preparing a bag in case she needed to run, getting everything ready in case she needed to leave, and had her passports and other papers in a pouch under her shirt. The words Felix had spoken replayed through her mind as Angel ran to her bedroom, hoping to climb through her bedroom window if she could just get the door shut in time and locked. It seemed she was alone again, running from Michael’s violence.
He’d shown up finally; banging on the door, and screaming insults at her. Words like whore, die, and words that were just too ugly to think about but were far too familiar the rage was too familiar and instead of waiting on anyone to save her, she ran. She made it to the bedroom but Michael came raging through it. He pulled her under him then threw her on the bed.
“Oh you are going to pay, bitch. A year locked up, a year of my life gone for your pitiful trifling ass. You think the last time was bad; you may not make it out of here alive this time. You weren’t supposed to the last time either, but oh no, always fucking up my plans aren’t you, Angel. You don’t live up to your name very well. I’ve watched you now, with your boyfriend across the way there. Already whoring it up aren’t you? I knew you couldn’t keep those legs of yours closed. Now, where do I st…” Michael’s stream of vicious words were cut off as he seemed to magically fly backwards through the air, and a terrible roar filled the air.
Angel sat up, eyes going wide as she saw Felix kick Michael across the room. She huddled on the bed as fists met flesh, as Michael screamed in pain, and she hid her eyes in a pillow, not wanting to see any more violence. She heard the grunts, the growls Felix released with each connection his fists made, and tried to block even that out. The aggression and the violence were horrifying and she just wanted to be away from it all.
Finally, the noises stopped and she heard Felix telling Michael to get out and not to come back because Felix wouldn’t let him live the next time he came near Angel. Words so similar to Michael’s, it made Angel tremble even more. She heard Michael pick himself up and stumble out of the door.
Lifting her head, Angel looked at Felix with miserable eyes. He was breathing heavily and stumbled a bit as he walked to Angel, a question in his eyes. Her face was red and puffy from crying, her breath hitching in her throat as she sobbed. She couldn’t answer; she only hid her face in the pillows again, trying not to scream.
Felix picked her up and carried her to his apartment, laying her on his bed as he went into rinse his hands off. His knuckles were bloody and bruised, but he just gritted his teeth and cleaned the wounds, his ears constantly perked for any sign of Michael’s return. When he went back into his bedroom he found Angel asleep, curled up into the tiniest ball, so small he almost didn’t see her under the covers. He changed into sleep pants and got in with her, pulling her to him so that she could sleep, safe in his arms.
Angel woke up hours later, confused about where she was but she smelled Felix’s scent, felt his skin beneath her face, and knew where she was. She’d turned her brain off hours earlier, falling asleep as a form of escape. She wasn’t thinking, only feeling and right now she needed to know she was alive. She smoothed her hands down the hard muscles of Felix’s chest, around his nipples, which made his hips twitch in his sleep and a sigh escaped his sleeping lips as her hand moved down, over his flat taught stomach.
Angel refused to think as she let her hand wander further, under the waistband of his pants, through the thicket of hair that met her fingers, to the hard flesh that protruded from it. Angel sighed as she felt him pulsing in her hand, the movement affirming life, strength she could not understand but needed. As her fingers moved over him, teasing him, Angel felt pleasure herself from the friction of her legs moving together.
She slid away momentarily, sliding her clothes off before moving over him, pulling his pants down around his hips. Angel took him into her mouth, her ministrations finally waking Felix up. He placed his hands on her head, wanting to stop her but her tongue danced on his cock as she sucked her way up and Felix forgot what he was going to say. He let his head fall back onto the pillow, concentrating on watching her mouth as she went down on him again; swallowing all of the hard flesh he had to give her.
Angel’s pleasure grew as she made love to Felix with her mouth, not even touching herself but somehow becoming more aroused as his dick grew harder and harder in her mouth, as his groans increased. She realized the sexual power she had for the first time as Felix’s hips thrust up to meet her face. The power was a drug; an aphrodisiac she’d never known existed. She could feel her own moisture for the first time and wondered what the sex was going to be like, when they finally got there.
Felix stopped moving suddenly, his hand gently forcing Angel’s movements to stop. She’d been enjoying the feel of him in her mouth, the strange texture of a man’s cock sliding safely between her teeth a new experience. Angel would not let other thoughts intrude, only focusing on Felix and the slide of his flesh between her lips, the sound of his breaths, the feel of his body moving beneath hers as her full breasts pressed into his legs.
He was very large, his cock size matching the size of his body and she wondered how she was going to fit all of him inside of her body. Eying the beast that was his dick as she let him slide out of her mouth, knowing that his movements must mean he was close, she knew that she could take him inside of her, especially if she could swallow him down her throat. She moved, maintaining control; Felix somehow knowing she needed to do this her way, straddling his hips between her legs as she positioned herself to let him slide in between her moist folds.
Angel let herself slide down his length slowly, taking him in inch by inch. She opened for him with each of her own breaths, the urge to moan too strong to ignore as he went deeper into her body. Her eyes were closed as she rode his body but she opened them as his hands came up to cup her breasts. She looked down at him, not saying a word, just moving her hips. He pulled her down, his lips sighing over her neck as he thrust up into her, until his lips reached her ear.
“You are so beautiful, Angel.” She turned her head, looking into the mirror beside his bed. The moonlight was enough to allow her to see her body moving on him and she was astonished at how lovely she actually was, her reflection revealing her serpentine movements, and the loveliness of her body in motion. Her inner muscles started to tighten, a sensation she’d never felt before; building, growing, and spreading throughout her body as his fingers found the sensitive spot she knew was there but had never really explored.
Her head fell forward as tension exploded inside of her and her movements became involuntary. Angel’s head flew back as the explosion increased and a shout strangled its way out of her throat. Her eyes opened wide but she could not see, she could only feel the most joyous sensations she’d ever felt in her life as her body spasmed around Felix’s cock. The muscles inside of her body grasping, trying to pull him deeper inside, almost swallowing him and Felix’s cries joined her own as his pace increased, his thrusts quicker and shorter as she felt him pulsing inside of her.
She slumped there, against his chest, her legs still pinning him to the bed. Her mind was totally, blissfully blank, and she fell asleep again, contentment flowing through every part of her body.
Angel woke again as the sun started to peak through the bedroom window. Survival would not release her brain and escape was all she could think of. She gathered her clothes, and quietly left Felix there sleeping, unaware that she was leaving.
She ran to her own apartment, gathered her things, scribbled a note for Felix and taped it to the remnants of her door as she stole away. The need to escape Michael, the violence she’d seen Felix display, finally overtaking her need to hide from the world, and she ran towards the train station, hoping she would make it there before Felix woke up and came after her.
As the plane ascended, Angel stared out the window, trying to distract herself from the trembling that overtook her body now that she was finally fleeing Mexico. It had taken a week of travelling to get to the airport, and then a few more days before she could get a flight out and she’d been terrified Michael would find her again in that time. She did not want him back, did not want to be anywhere near him, and was fleeing him far more than she was fleeing Felix.
Felix had frightened her, however, with his display of violence. He’d shown up finally, he’d protected her, she couldn’t fault him there, but the raw power, the roaring sounds that reminded her of the bear she’d once imagined he’d become terrified her. Sure, he’d used that power and that violence to protect her but it still frightened her, she thought as she wiped away a tear that had escaped her eye. She turned away from the window as the air hostess came through and gave her the glass of wine she requested. Settling in, Angel let her mind go blank again as she sipped the beverage, knowing a battle would ensue once she landed and that she would have to face whatever Maine had to dump into her lap.
Over the next few weeks Angel spoke with Michael’s probation officer and had him re-arrested for stalking. He was taken, ranting and screaming profanities, when he crossed back into America from Mexico, where he was not supposed to be. This time his charges were even more extensive. He was not going to be getting out of jail so easily this time.
Angel had also hired a lawyer to successfully get her divorce from Michael finalized. The longer prison sentence he was facing didn’t help him as he fought the divorce and he finally caved and signed the papers five months after she left Mexico. She was a free woman now, even though she hadn’t felt like she’d been married to Michael for a long time. The legal acknowledgement of that feeling was powerful, however, and she now carried the papers with her wherever she went, just to keep them safe.
Angel was also avoiding Felix. She’d shut down her email accounts he knew about and turned off her mobile phone from Mexico so she didn’t have to ignore his phone calls anymore. She regretted that when she visited the doctor three months after fleeing Mexico, and her doctor came back into the exam room to explain to her why she was feeling so tired, why she was gaining weight, and sick all the time. She wasn’t sick or dying of some cancer, she was just pregnant.