“Crying is all right in its way while it lasts. But you must stop sooner or later, and then you still have to decide what to do.”
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Then…
Jesse Montgomery
THEY SAY THAT with death comes life. That when someone dies, another life has been created, the first cry of new-born echoes through the air. I feel new. I feel like my whole body is humming, and that no matter what happens nothing can bring me down.
It was magical, better than I could have ever imagined. His hands and tongue roaming all over my body. My eyes flutter open and I feel next to me, I’m disappointed when I find it empty. I bolt out of bed and look around. Everything seems normal. The motel room is as nauseating as it was when we got here. But where could he be? He wouldn’t just leave me here. Would he? Did he leave because of last night? Humiliation flares through my cheeks, no, this isn’t happening. He wanted me, I saw it. Right? Tear well up in my eyes, and I feel the need to hide. I’m alone.
The door barges open and Bane walks in with two bags of groceries, and some clothes. He takes one look at my face and sets the bags on the small table in the corner.
“What wrong” he demands, and walks around the motel looking for anything out of order.
“Y-you weren’t here.” I squeak, embarrassed by my feebleness. I look down to hide the blush. “I-I…”
“You thought I left you, here, alone. Because of last night” he drops to his knees and encases my body with his strong muscular arms. “Look at me” he demands.
When I consider his eyes, I’m confronted with gentleness and adoration. He lifts his hand to cradle my face and places a soft kiss on my lips. Without moving he whisper into my lips, “Mine.”
He pulls me closers and kisses me much fiercer than the one before. His tongue delves into my mouth, exploring my tongue with his. Its demanding, he is making a promise. I return every nick or flick of the tongue, our hands melding together in a frenzy. He is telling me everything he can’t say with words in this one kiss. We have always been more, but never acted on it. Now we can, now we can be what the universe has been trying to say all along. I can be his, and he can be mine.
We come up for air and he leans his forehead against me. Our breathing erratic.
“I’m going to take a shower, when I get out…” he doesn’t finish the sentence, he just shakes his head and walks to the shower.
As soon as I hear the shower turning on and his feet stepping into the stream, the phone rings next to the bed.
“Hello?” I question.
“Good morning, darling. Did you have a nice trip” the chipper tone bleeds my eardrums. The feeling of dread overcomes me and I forget to breathe. She found us.
“Mother” I confirm. Act normal. Don’t show your fear. Maybe she doesn’t know about father yet. She could have just tracked my cell phone or I don’t know, contacted the FBI. “H-how is father”
She laughs and I can imagine her head falling back and her perfect hair spilling down in ringlets. She was always beautiful, people say I look like her, but I don’t see it. Where she is hard, I am soft, where she is dark, I am light. I now know she is a monster, I just don’t know what kind.
“So that’s how were playing it?’ she spits. “I know you killed your dear father. So, let’s cut to the chase. Bane and your brother have been very busy last couple years. They have intel they are not telling you about your family.” She gossips.
“What do you mean”
“Your father put you as heir to the company in his will. Everything is yours. When you killed your father, you signed your name on a business you would be disgusted with. The money everything is yours” What? Why would he leave it to me, he wanted me dead, he wanted us all dead? Something is not adding up.
I don’t want it.
“Why didn’t he leave it to Danny or Travis” I say his name, so she knows I know. She is silent on the other end.
“Oh, you, silly girl, so naive. They aren’t his.”
Danny isn’t Marco’s? Why did he stay for all those years, and how long did he know? He could of left. It wasn’t his problem. Me. I needed him. That’s why he didn’t leave. The news isn’t shocking, but the thought that my brother is dead because of me is more than I can handle. Bane kept this from me too, he said I could trust him. I am overcome with grief once again. Even though she can’t see me, I square my shoulders and try to seem brave.
“What’s your point”
“Bane knows, and now you know, but you won’t say anything, will you?” she mocks.
I don’t say anything, she huffs and continues, “So for some fucked up reason your father left everything to you.” She spits.
“I have proof of what you did, Jesse. You’re going to frame Bane for the murder of your father, disgruntled employee bullshit, and if you don’t, I will, but before the police can arrest him, I will have your precious lover boy killed, and before you think I don’t have the means to take care of all that, I wouldn’t call my bluff. You have till next week. Oh, and Jesse, think about running again, you will regret it. I’ll be in touch.” With that she hangs up, the phone drops from my hands.
I know she is telling the truth, she will have Bane killed and he will be remembered as a murderer, and she will get the money anyways. I don’t get much time to think about everything just learned. I must stay strong. Bane exits the bathroom, steam billowing around him. He looks like a God. I plant a smile on my face, not allowing the phone call to show on my face. He can’t know. I must figure out how to stop this. If not, Danny won’t be the only innocent blood on my hands.