The Desires Of Her

Fantasy Came To Live

~RHYS~♤

My hand never eased the pressure on the gush on my side.

Fuck! It must have knicked an organ or something.

My memory went back to the fight, the ambusion. One moment there was one guy, a kid, I had contained him then that fucker clung onto me and bullets started firing. I used his body as a shield but one had managed to get me.

The memory of that made me angry. I wasn't supposed to get an ambusion much less shot. Somebody fumbled me, sold me out, and I engraved into my memory the goal to pay them back.

My feet kept pumping against the heavy sand even though every step felt like a new tear to the open wound bleeding profusely on my abdomen. I didn't stop running, didn't stop looking over my shoulders either.

The ocean breeze offered a comfort I missed, a kiss to my overheated skin. A ghost of a smile and a sigh of relief left my lips when the house came into view.

The pitch black darkness of the night offered a sweet companionship for me, and the storm, the rain and the thunder had to be God's favor, paid actors aiding and abbeding in my escape.

They came about f*****g time. A perfect timing to wipe the tracks and the blood prints I left behind.

This was dangerous, coming here was dangerous, I knew that but I just needed one day to shut his eyes then I'd take off again. Besides, my parents beach house at this time was usually unoccupied so it was fine.

For now.

Following the familiar rhythm from the summers I'd spent here as a teenager, I used my senses to search for the key under the mat.

A futile and painful attempt because there was no key and more blood coming from my wound. Honestly if it wasn't for the rigorous training I'd underwent, learning how to control bleeding from the inside, reducing the amount of blood flow to certain areas in the body, I'd have bleed to death by now.

3 hours drive and a 30-minute walk after losing my car for safety reasons, I was still pretty decent.

Key!

Fuck!

"Hard way, it is," with all my strength, I elbowed the door open, just as a clatter of sickening lightning flashed followed by a thunderous roar in the sky.

The hairs at the back of my neck stood at attention as I gazed at the darkness that consumed the whole house, the only light from the fridge partially opened.

On instinct, I ducked and stretched a hand out to grab hold of a softball bat swinging directly at my face.

I was shocked. That, and a little confused.

"Easy, tiger," my voice was slow, my warning louder. I pulled the bat off the intruder's

hand, they didn't budge.

I couldn't see much, but from the strength of the grip, I could tell that it was a female.

Slender. 5"7, blonde. They are the ones who usually had enough power to swing a bat. If you understand.

"I'm going to let go and you're going to drop the bat, sweetheart." She scoffed.

"Like hell I would, f*****g thief." A painful laugh tore through my parched lips, reverberating through my chest, completely unintended considering the pain I was in.

Sharp mouth.

Sweet voice.

Clearly she was confused. From where I was standing, she was the thief. But I didn't try to correct her.

"Alright...." more blood gushed, stealing my words. The exertion must have caused some more tear.

"If you could maybe turn on the lights and-"

"Like hell I would, you f*****g creep! You're banging into my house and telling me to switch on the light. Actually, you know what, I'm going to call the cops."

Cops, no, can't do!

In one smooth agonizing moment, I retrieved both the bat and the phone from her, flicking the lights on in one swift motion.

And she f*****g screamed.

Screamed like she was seeing a ghost.

Her expression, a mirror of my own.

Because I stood there, stuck in one place, eyes zeroed in on my deepest, darkest desire, and she had no pants on.

Those thighs bubbled the memories I'd buried for 3 years to the surface. Sending me the biggest hard on of the century, only, I'd lost too much blood by now.

Well, f**k me rightnow!

Because with a start like this, I was officially screwed, so was a certain part of me.

This is the woman whose direction I should have never dreamt of looking in. Minus I did, one night of losing to my weakness, I overstepped a boundary and ran away, far away with hopes to kill the thirst, only, it got more and more.

The need for her.

My little brother's girl.

And she was the last thing in my vision before I dropped to the ground.

A sweet f*****g way to die if you ask me.

*~*

"Papa." One moment, I wore a proud smile on my face.

One more step toward him, a loud bang blew the earth up.

Bomb! Landmine?

I saw a man get blown into pieces.

I had lost touch with reality, the italian commands for open fire were faint. Then I saw men drop dead to the ground. I pushed to stand amidst the chaos, my ears ringing, my head pounding.

"Papa!" He fired a shot.

"Stay back! Rhys," Another shot. I ran. I needed to save him.

"Pap-" another step and a bullet went right through my stomach, grabbing his attention.

The next 5 bullets went through him.

"Papa!" tears rolled down my face, my body was sprawled helplessly on the ground, lying on my pool of blood, arms outstretched as if I believed if I could just reach out and touch him, he'd survive.

His hand moved, he wanted to reach mine too.

With more painful grunts, I stretched my hand more towards him, he did the same through the pain. But another bullet fired, this time through his head and my world came to a stand still, eyes on the man who took my father's life.

Carving him into my memory for life.

*****

The first instinct when my eyes opened was to check the windows, to check for safety.

The sound of crashing waves was a melody I always found relaxing. It felt and smelt like home.

Home!

I was clean. Fresh sweatpants and a bandage around my torso.

My memory went back to my encounter with her. That woman, my body remembered things I shouldn't, I sighed.

I was not in a jail cell yet, I needed to clear the air between us.

The sound of cheers reached my ears, I followed it, welcoming the sound of a birthday song and smell of pancakes.

"Happy birthday, dear Mavie," like the star she was, she stood there, smiling.

In my brother's arms.

The nerves in my temples popped, my eyes fixated on the position they stood in but I schooled my features back to neutrality.

"Rhysand!" Luciane's cheery voice filled the room before she jumped onto me, drawing all the eyes me.

"Luci," my voice broke. I needed water.

"Hello, Rhys." Luc held my gaze. Clearly not intending to move to hug me.

"Brother." My eyes focused on the hand he had lingering on her lower back, possessively holding her to his side like he's staking a f*****g claim on her.

What the f**k, Rhysand!