Zeke
I was standing outside of Maya’s door, one hand hovering over the doorknob and the other trying to decide if I should knock.
I wanted to check in on her earlier, as I kept turning in my bed, fighting with myself not to go to her and hold her close to me all night. But I didn’t. Instead, I listened, carefully, hoping maybe she’d have a nightmare and would give me a reason to be there with her, but there was nothing from the other side of the wall. The only thing I heard was silence, deafening silence.
Sighing, I opened the door slowly, I didn’t want to wake her if she was sleeping. Her bed was empty. I frowned, but before I could worry, the door of the in-suite opened, and she stepped out with a towel wrapped around her slender frame. She was so thin, malnourished. Her skin was pale, and her eyes had purple circles under them, but she was still the most beautiful creature I had ever set eyes on. Her eyes widened when she saw me, but she schooled her expression fast and put on the cold mask she armored herself with.
The bandages on her wrists looked damp, and I used it to my advantage to be close to her.
“Your bandages need to be changed,” I said, walking closer to her.
“I’ll handle it,” she said.
Where was the girl who loved me to take care of her?
She grew up, my self-hatred reminded me.
I sighed. “Get inside the bathroom, Maya. I’ll do it.” My voice was the one I used in the club, my dominant voice and it seemed to work on her. She looked at me with her big doe eyes, almost too big for her small face, and entered the bathroom like a good submissive. My cock twitched in my grey sweatpants with the sudden image of her on her knees, head bowed, hands behind her back, and nothing on her but the small, sweet smile of trust.
You’re fucked up Zeke, my self-hatred sneered. It was right as always. I shouldn’t have been thinking of her that way, especially not when she was just recovering from the attempt to end her own life. She was broken, and even that turned me on. I was just a disgusting pervert.
She was standing in front of the vanity, looking at me under her lashes. Even though the look in her eyes was indifferent, it still made me want her even more. She was like a siren to my soul, always had been and she didn’t even know it. Her call was luring me, and even though I knew it would be the end for both of us, I couldn’t stop falling deeper and deeper into the ocean of desires.
I stood behind her, our bodies were close enough to feel each other’s warmth but distant enough not to touch. Our reflections in the mirror was like a punch in my gut; the resemble between us was unnerving, same dark eyes, same shade of dark hair, and same slightly crooked nose. I didn’t know if she were thinking the same thing as she looked at us, but when her eyes met mine something sparked in them just for a second.
“I want to leave,” she said.
I was excited she willingly talked to me, even though my answer was nonnegotiable. “Where do you want to go?”
Her response was silence.
“You know I will never let that happen, right?”
She only sighed, not giving me any sort of emotion to work with.
“You can be angry at me all you want,” I said, touching her shoulder. She tried to get rid of my hold, but I didn’t let her. “I made a mistake by leaving you alone. I shouldn’t have done that, okay? But I’m not letting you go now.”
Her lips parted like she was about to say something, but the coldness in her eyes returned as she sat on the countertop and outstretched her wrist to me. Opening her gauze, I applied the red liquid the nurse gave me to coat her wrist with. I didn’t know if it hurt, but her mask didn’t slip off, she didn’t try to escape from my touch or showed any kind of emotion.
After I bandaged her wrists again, I sighed. “Do you hate me that much that you won’t give me anything? Even your anger?” My voice wasn’t above a whisper. She had the power no one had ever had over me, the only woman, the only person who could bring me to my knees and make me self-conscious about myself.
She got down to her feet, murmuring a thank you like I hadn’t asked her a question or gave her my heart to shatter. I stayed there as she left the bathroom without a second glance.