Blood and Bone(23)

The car is like a trap, preventing us from moving much beyond the  caressing and kissing, but I can tell we both feel the need to move. He  lets go of me, jumping out of the car and rushing to my side. His  footsteps on the gravel beneath us are intense. When he drags me from  the car it's rough, but I fight a moan over the violence of our sudden  outburst. He pushes me to the hood of the car, bending me across it,  face down and writhing. My pants are ripped down, baring my ass to the  garden. I hear him spit. It makes me cringe until he pushes his erection  inside me, bringing instant pleasure with it. Then I ignore the way it  got there. He thrusts hard, sliding his hands up my back and into my  hair. He drags my head back, lifting my upper body. His other hand  slides across the front of me and into the top of my shirt. He dips his  entire hand into my bra, rolling my nipple as he drives his cock  forward, bumping my thighs and hips off the hood and bumper.

It is not love we make. His fingers grab too hard, his cock enters too  roughly, and when his teeth find my back I cry out. But none of my  responses are in pain or injury. When I orgasm he can hardly move with  the tension inside me gripping him. But the second I'm done quivering  all over his erection, he's back to jackhammering me into the car. He  pushes my face back down, sliding my cheek and lips up and down the gray  car. Words leave my mouth, words I don't comprehend at all. They're  mutterings to my ears but to my brain they're the true sound of bliss.

When he's about to come, he grips my ass cheeks hard, pulling me back onto him as his balls slap against me.

I cry out again, shocked by the eruption inside me-a second orgasm. I  don't suspect it's coming, but the moment it hits he loses himself,  coming at the same time. His orgasm drips from us both as he collapses  on top of me, pushing me into the metal hood harder.

"God damn, I missed you, Sam." He kisses my back, and instantly I am  unsure how turned on I should be by the events that have transpired in a  stranger's yard.

Sam?

I don't know the appropriate response to the name, and my trembling  vagina isn't going to be any help on the matter. She's convinced we need  him, forever.





11. SEE JANE DIE         

     



 

There is no way to go back when we enter the airport. The passport in my  hand is a lie. The place we are going to do the surgery is a mystery.  The act we are about to commit is a crime.

"She's coming, right?" I ask, scanning the area for the one face I need to see in the crowd.

He kisses the back of my hand, an act from before the truth came out. It  is an act old Derek would have done, not the man he's been since my  father's house. I have moaned through that version of Derek's affection  several times in the last twenty-four hours. "I told you she is, three  times already. Stop asking, Jane."

And we are back to Jane? Maybe he's back to being old Derek.

I don't understand so I don't pry. I don't know where to go with all of  it. The emotions and confusion have taken up enough room inside me. I  decided to trust him when I saw the house of horrors, and I'm not  changing my mind. Course I said I'd never trust him once I saw the video  old me made. Maybe making guarantees is a bad plan for me.

All I know is every time I close my eyes I'm back there, and I need it  gone-need my father gone. I need to be free of all of this. Derek is the  only person who has ever made me free. It was a short freedom, ending  after only three years, but it was the happiest I have ever been since  before my mother died. I know that as a truth inside me.

"No more sleeping with the light on as of Wednesday." He kisses my hand again.

I nod, hating the fact I have completely reverted back to the  sleepwalking, assaulting him sexually in his sleep, all the while crying  and whimpering, and needing the light on. It's disturbing me.

We walk past the airline counters toward the security area. When I see  her my heart lights up. I don't wave or smile, I just glow on the  inside.

She acts as though she doesn't know us and walks to the bathroom. I want  to scratch my wig and adjust it but I don't. The bright-blonde hair is  my only chance at getting onto the plane. I leave his side, walking to  the bathroom with her passport in hand. She knows to go to the American  Airlines gate and ask for the ticket that's been left there for her, the  new her. When I get in the bathroom she hugs me, breathing as if she  hasn't since I left her house. "Thank the gods you're all right."

I pull back. "Why?"

She shakes her wrinkled face. "There was a man, the one who was at the  house with you the first day. He brought me this, this morning. He said  he needed you to have it and that it was the same as last time." She  hands me a scratched-up pale-pink phone. I scowl, taking it.

"Did they follow you?"

She shakes her head. "No. I took a bus, a cab, and then walked through  an older area before catching another cab. It would have been  impossible. I brought nothing with me but what is in this carry-on."

"Okay." I hand her the passport. "You're a Canadian named Martha Jane  Anderson. You're from Toronto and were here to see an old friend, but  now you're leaving on vacation. Make sure you memorize the address and  stuff."

"I can do that." She nods. "See you wherever we end up, I guess."

It makes me grin, knowing she's coming this time. I'll have someone  who's mine. I wish I could bring Angie. I hate that I'm leaving her  behind. She and Binx are my family too. I already miss them both, even  though it's only been days. I can't wait to get Binx back. His stay in  the kennel is going to make him extra cranky. I almost grin, thinking  about how sassy he's going to be.

My aunt kisses me once more before leaving the bathroom and heading for  the airline counter. Once I'm alone the weight of the phone feels like  the gun he gave me did.

I press the power button on, knowing full well he's tracked my aunt here. I dial 911 and wait for it to ring.

"Why are you trying to make me crazy? This isn't even funny, Sam," Rory  answers, sounding desperate. "We are moving in to bring him down. We  need you to stand down on this one. Please, for me."

I close my eyes, letting the things I need to fall from my lips. "If you  ever cared about me, even a little, I need you to imagine your father  made you do the things mine did. Imagine for two seconds how you would  feel knowing you woke in the night and killed animals like you once saw  your father do." He tries to interrupt me but I keep going. "Imagine for  one minute how it feels to know someone took everything from you and  left you a shell. How would you manage all of that baggage?"

"Don't do this. Whatever his plan is, don't do it."

"I want this to go away. I need to be free of it all."         

     



 

His voice cracks. "Don't leave me again."

I shake my head as if he can see me. "I want you to go away, and I never want to see you again."

"He isn't the person you think he is. Trust me, you had to have had a  plan. There's no way you let him brainwash you without there being a  method to your madness."

A heavy sigh leaves my lips with my next sentence. "Let me be dead,  Rory. Let me just be dead. This is me begging you to let me be free of  this. Don't be the person who traps me in the world my father tortured  me in." I hang up the phone, leaving it in the garbage can, and walk  from the bathroom. My eyes are filled with tears, but my mind is certain  we are doing the right thing.

I walk back to Derek, trying to hide the fact I've been crying, but he sees it immediately. "You all right?"

I nod. "Just a little sad still. My heart hurts, ya know?"

He wraps an arm around me. "I do." We walk to the security check. It's  there I discover we are headed to Austria, which makes me excited. I  know I've been there before. I saw the pictures, but I don't recall it.

We walk to the gate for the plane, sitting next to each other on a  bench. Earlier I told him I thought coming to the airport and taking the  same flight was a gamble, but he said he picked the flight for a  reason-it was overbooked.

He kisses my hand again, muttering, "I'll be right back."

I nod, waiting for him. Everything is clicking into place. I watch him  walk down the long corridor of tan carpet, past the gates of the  departure area. He's crazy, there's no doubt, but he wouldn't ever hurt  me. I know that. He's the only way I'll ever be rid of the haunting  details of my childhood. I wish he could just take away the last two  weeks but leave me with everything else. I was never scared before,  except when I worried he would eventually see what a plain Jane I was.  Plain Jane. The words ring in my head. Plain Jane.

I open my mouth, whispering the words, "Plain Jane."

It acts likes a trigger. A darkness covers my face, like a bucket of  blood has been poured over my head, making my vision turn red and cloud  out my view. My eyes flutter like I'm having a seizure, only I'm not  making them do it. A thousand images wash through my head at once, like a  flood filling my brain.