At his will

Revelations

Soon enough he's dressed and walking down the driveway to get into his parents Escalade where the driver is waiting on him. My intuition is going crazy and I get an idea.

I'm going to follow him.

I contemplate changing but I'll just lose time. I run to the garage and pull the door of their black Mercedes Coup, hopefully the keys are in it and sure enough it is. I don't have time to celebrate so I kick the tiny car in motion and get going. Once I'm approaching the main a thought comes, how do I know which direction they turned? I'm so stupid! I scold myself for even coming up with this ridiculous idea.

Yes that is what I'll do! I think to myself as I get another great idea.

I dial a number and wait rather impatiently until he answers on the fourth ring. "Alicia? Is everything okay?" He has worry laced all over his voice. "Yeah I'm fine I just missed you that's all" I lied.

"Wow, I should go away more often" He sarcastically says while laughing. "...but I miss you too baby"

"What are you doing, where are you?" I cringe for being too forward and risking being caught but he pays no mind to me and willingly give away his position "nothing much, reviewing some employee progress reports from Human Resource, in the back seat of my Escalade at the stop light on Wilson street heading West" he's teasing me and I don't like it but I got the information I need. "Don't tease me please" I say shocked that my voice is sounding a little more hurt than I admit to feeling. "Oh... I didn't mean to upset you , I just thought it was cute that you asked; I won't do it again"

"It's okay no need to apologize, well have fun today I'll talk to you later " 

He hesitated to respond and I end the call before he can.

Excitement runs through me as I now know where he is and I'm not very far, one corner away as a matter of fact.

I spot his jeep and I'm trailing him maintaining a safe distance so I don't get made, 'look at you all 007 and shiit' I laugh to myself soon enough we're in a very upscale neighborhood , so much so it looks like he's visiting the president or maybe his daughter. There's my jealousy on que making my stomach churn. I hate this.

He pulls into the large stone driveway of a mansion that I could easily call a castle, wow. I pull up and reverse to the previous house, jump out and run to catch a glimpse of him getting in the door. I make it just in time to see him turn the key and enter himself. So he has a key to this biitches house I think to myself. Since he and the driver has gone I use this opportunity to sneak up the lengthy driveway, I'm tired by the time I get to a side window but anger is fueling me to go on. The downstairs is empty so I head to the front because just maybe he left the door open, to my luck and surprise it is. I don't know where to start looking in this house my sub-conscience informs. whatever i'll just start on this grand staircase on the right. I ascend and very confidently I might add although it is the furthest from the truth; remembering always to tip-toe because I was still an un-welcomed guest.

It's strange that you can feel the emptiness in this house, no family, no staff, no love. Regardless I have a task to complete though I can't help but wonder who is the owner of this house. "Argh!" a sudden yell of pain sounds from ahead of me, I drop myself lower on the staircase and close my eyes tightly, stupid, stupid, stupid I curse myself for acting like an Ostrich, how is closing your eyes going to help you? I flutter them open and slowly crawl up, toward the noise and toward a would be attacker.

What is Ray doing in this place?

Im at the top of the staircase and I hear another sound its coming from a nearby door this time, was that a woman screaming? that motherf-ucker has a woman here, and if she's screaming like that what is he doing to her? to say that i was angry was downplaying the value of the emotion.

I am going to kill him!! Twice...

I force march to the door and turn the knob, this fool don't even care enough about me to lock doors behind his nasty ass . Pushing it open all my anger falls apart in confusion.

"WHAT THE f**k IS THIS RAY??" His head flicks up to me and he looks like a deer in front of headlights. he knows he been caught, doing what I would've never thought possible.

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Comment on what you think is going on in that room.

Is he sleeping with someone?

A man?

A Woman?

Hmmm

Is he planning a surprise for his lovely wife?

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Blood!

Blood!

and more blood!

It was all over the place, on the floors, on the furniture, on Raymond.

"Alicia! Oh f**k! It's not what it looks like" his hand is held out to me pleading his case. A look of desperation across his features. His gloved hand moved slowly; to slowly, as my mind raced I looked at his glove carefully, it was no ordinary glove. There were spikes sticking out at every knuckle, bloody spikes...

I take a step back, then another, my back hits against something, the door frame? "Wait Alicia please, I can explain!" The tears burn my eyes and cloud my vision, pouring freely. I'm still staring at him when i hear my name whispered lowly and painfully.....

"Ali..cia.. " huffing followed, then.. "help me"

That voice!

Tyson?!

It can't be, It just can't. Have you ever felt like you stepped out of your body and your looking at the world, at yourself, from a mirror? that's exactly what is going on with me.

Slowly my feet takes me to the man tied up in the chair, as I peered around him to confirm my suspicion my breath hitched and the world turned black...

"Lici, please wake up, let me explain, I'm so fuckking sorry you had to see that" I hear him in the blackness but he's just a distant voice, an echo afar.

I'm hoping it's all a dream, some twisted reality I created to block out what I really saw, Raymond cheating; but it's not it's worse. It's the worst possible scenario I could've ever imagined.

I blink awake and he's here, he's in the same clothes I remember, the same bloody clothes. I scream out, I don't really know why but it hurt, I felt as if I was actually in physical pain. I crawl back, I need to get away from him, he's worse than I ever imagined, "Alicia it's ok I'll never hurt you, don't be afraid it's not what you think; shh shh... it's ok baby" he's got me pinned against the wall, I can't crawl back any further but I need to get away. He reaches for me and I flinch, his hands burn my skin. "D....don't touch me" I manage to stutter out. He pulls back as if I've burned him. He looks hurt and I wish that he would just leave. I shouldn't have come here. I should have stayed home and been naive; be the loving wife who doesn't spy on her husband and follow him around and walk in on him bludgeoning her would be cheating partner to death. A normal wife would shop for Cashmere sweaters and scarfs and shoes! Lots and lots of shoes!

"Hey hey, are you ok? Can I take you to lie down please, do you need some water?"

I scream!

I don't know why but I scream!

The loudest scream I've ever heard in my life and judging by the way his face is contorted, it's safe to say it's the loudest scream he's ever heard too! And he tortures people for a living!?

"Let me go Ray please, I won't tell anyone, just let me go and don't hurt me.. plea...se" my voice breaks as I start to sob. He pulls me into him, against his hard, chiseled chest. I curse myself for feeling comfort in him because I do.

I grab a handful of his shirt and I just cry. I cry from pain, I cry from regret, I cry from the realization that my life is cut short and I didn't get to do a lot of things I wanted. I always wanted to paraglide, to fly high above the mountains and plains. I've always wanted to sail my family's yacht on my own, just head to the open seas maybe with a lover. Now it's all over, I'm at my life's end and I'm using the last moments to regret all my failings.

I feel my weight being pulled down by gravity; he lifted me I'm guessing but I'm way to busy crying to take a peek. Well here it comes, I'm going to die. I'm going to die because my mother had to interfere with my life. I was perfectly fine before, I would have never picked Raymond as a husband. Sure he's handsome and rich and successful and kind and sexy, sigh face it, you would of been caught in his web of deceit just like your mother was.

Snuggled so close to him is regrettably pleasurable and I'm drifting off to sleep, might as well so he can kill me in my sleep and get it over with, right?

I'm laid on marshmallows, well not real marshmallows but this bed can give the overly sweet snack a run for its money. Raymond gets in the bed and eases his body into me, I let him. Yes shameful I know, but at this moment it's the only thing I could think that I want. Him.

"I love you Alicia and I'll never hurt you, believe that. I swear on my future children that I'll never let any harm come to you. I'll die first. I'll die a million painful deaths before I let him hurt you. I wish you would believe me, I know this situation looks fu×ked up and I know you probably don't want to hear anything I have to say but just don't leave me please. Give me one chance to explain everything; just one chance baby, I'm begging you" it does sound like he is begging, I believe him for some strange reason. You know you're already being a traitor why stop now? I scowl at my conscience because I know she's right and I have no other lie to convince her or myself otherwise.

My eyes are still closed, I never opened them or said a word to him this whole time. What can I say, 'I'm not angry, somehow I believe you' I'll be more crazy than he is.

That's a man tied up in another room. And entire man, two arms, legs, eyes and other body parts that come in pairs. A living breathing man. A man that I cared about, a man that cares for me.

"Are you going to go for my father next?" The words are out of my mouth before I get a chance to process and stop myself. "Then maybe my son?" I add. This person speaking sounds so foreign I don't recognize the voice but I know it's me because my lips are moving and the thoughts spoken are running through my head.

"Anybody who dares to love me will be killed, is that it!" I shout the last part as I'm feeling the anger seeping into me slowly but surely.

"Shhh... please don't overreact, it's ok, it's ok...." he coos to me like I'm a baby, "I said I won't hurt you, in any way, I swear I won't; he didn't care about you; he didn't love you" I can hear the anger laced beneath his words. Why though? I think that he should be happy about that.

We just lay there, in silence.

I wake up and he's still in bed with me, wrapped up as we were last night, before all this craziness. I look at him but he's different from when I fell asleep. He's shirt less, wearing only a black sweatpants, his hair has remnants of water in it which means he's taken a bath. He got off the bed. I didn't feel a thing; why would you, you make it so easy for him to lie to you.

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This Chapter is dedicated to nikkib101 for giving me faith that this book is interesting and people are actually looking forward to reading it :)