Our Chemistry

Escape

I feel his presence before I open my eyes, he's towering over me. There is wet grass underneath my hands and it's too dark to make out anything at all. His frame moves into place and I can make out that he's too muscular to be Ethan. His hand reaches out to me but he stops himself midway, he sauntered over to me and stops right before me. His face is way too close to mine.

"You will know me soon enough, I have to be patient I suppose." He speaks in a low, calm voice. Not a squeak comes out from me, I watch as he backs away and leaves my being. My eyes open and I am no longer there. I am in my bed exactly the way I left myself the night before except a crouched weasel is unpacking my suitcase and the thought of the delicious stranger in my dream disappears.

"What the f**k are you doing Ethan." My voice radiates my climbing anger.

"Where would you go Lara? Don't be stupid, stay here and we will work this out." He retorts.

"There is nothing to work out, let's stop lying to ourselves please." I beg.

"How can you say that Lara? I see you, I see the way you watch me, you know I am worthless but I know you are not and there is no way in hell I am letting something this valuable walk away from me". I stare blankly at him alarmed by the sincerity in his voice.

"Where was this before? Before f*****g a young b***h?". I snapped at him. I do not have time to do this at all, I need to leave immediately. I get off the bed and snatch my clothes from him.

"Please Lara please". He protests.

"Leave Ethan. I need time". I quickly muttered before pushing him out the door and locking it. I do not need a whiny Ethan right now. I must leave at all costs otherwise I am stuck here. I shove everything he took out back in my suitcase and changed into the outfit I laid out. I tie my brunette mess in a bun and unlock my door. I catch him on a call walking out of the room and stop abruptly to eavesdrop.

"No baby it's not like that, we will get our money's worth. Trust me I will buy you the Porsche". He coddled the voice on the other end of the phone.

Gripping the handle on my suitcase I sprint out the doors before he notices me. I heard him call my name but I had already texted Eric to bring the car out front. I quickly throw my bags on the seat and plop onto the lush leather. Just as I close the door I see him run up to me and reach for the handle. Luckily Eric locked the doors and politely looked at me, waiting for an indication to move forward. I tip my chin towards him and he quickly pulls the car out of the driveway as my husband bangs on the window demanding to talk to me. He is so pathetic. We used to be so close, everything was so much clearer when I was twenty. Now that I am twenty-eight there is no reason to give in to his habits after waiting for him to confess on his own for so long. Eight years of marriage and two years dating, a total of ten years with one singular man. God am I a saint. My eyes move towards Eric and his unbuttoned sole button. He always made sure his tie was fixed in place as if stapled but right now it was loosely tied around his neck, his hair wet at the tips and the singular button undone.

"Stop the car Eric". I speak surprising myself too.

"Is there a problem Mrs.Brown?". He questions.

"Lara, call me Lara Eric". I responded.

"Lara, can I help you Lara?". He questions yet again.

"I want to ask you something if you don't mind". I ask.

"Please Lara, ask me anything". He whispered, so low I almost didn't hear it.

As if it was a silent beg and I knew that he already understood where this was going.

I stare at his unbuttoned button where his tie loosely sits, I practically jump him when that same delicious scent takes over my senses and my eyes close shut.

"And what do you think you're doing love?". That same low honey voice chuckled. "Did you forget the patient part? Sit still Lara". He threatens me.

"Lara? Lara?". Eric asks as he sprinkles water on me. I sit up and open my eyes again, what the f**k was that just now. I was so ready to do something yet I was threatened? Who is this cocky asshole and why is he in my head? How the hell does he have control of my body like this? Is this why I've been horny since morning? Why is he not revealing himself, and to be patient about what?. Questions fill my head as I motion Eric to continue with the journey. Reluctantly he goes back to his seat and looks at me through the visor with worry and I definitely notice disappointment too. We make our way towards Maddy's Vila and he pulls into her driveway.

I walk towards the gates and Eric carries my bags inside. In the middle of the room I spot my beautiful best friend sprawled across the beige and huge couch.

"Lara !". She screams and runs towards me. She hugs me tightly and rests her hands on my shoulder. "How are you here? I am so happy right now Lara". She squeals.

"I just had to get out Maddy, he was actually crazy, I overheard him talking s**t about me and discussing my money. How f*****g crazy is that?". I can feel the anger coming up my throat again as I raise my voice.

"Forget about it all babes, I got the biggest plans for you, I am so glad you came here. I have planned a girls trip for you in Rome!". She says.

"Rome?". I repeat.

"Yes Rome". She mimics. "It is going to be so much fun, we have the best places around the super creepy Vatican churches and the woods and what not Lara. It is truly going to be a relaxing adventure, it is time for you to start a new life. You met that lowlife at eighteen while he was twenty-four. You lost your youth with him, it is time to get it all back Lara". She speaks with such sincerity it makes me tear up a little. My beautiful friend had been with me through thick and thin. I could be more grateful.

"Will you come?". She asks.

"Of course I will". I replied.