It has always been you

Moving on

We sit in silence for a few moments before Dean wordlessly leaves. I sigh, knowing what I have to do.

I open up my closet and pull out the large suitcase and begin filling it with clothing. When its full, I head down to the basement to find some empty boxes and carry them up to my room. When I finish adding my clothing into boxes, I start emptying the vanity table of my perfume, makeup and jewelry. I move to the bookshelf and begin removing my books from the bookshelf. I'm throwing things carelessly and without order into the boxes, because I know if I stall for even a moment, I wont leave. But I've made my decision, and my mind is set. I'm going.

The last thing I remove are my pictures. I look at them for a moment; a picture on my fifteenth birthday with my parents smiling infront of a frosted birthday cake with candles glowing. I smile at the memory as I place it into the box. I pick up a frame that folds in half with pictures in each half; the first picture is me and Dean at my high school graduation, the second, us at my college graduation. I close the frame and hastily put it in another box. The final photo is one of me and a couple of me girlfriends; Eliza, Marie and Ava, enjoying girls night at a club off campus. Our hair wild and cocktails in hand. It was an amazing night. I place that in the box and make a mental note to arrange seeing my friends again. I Met up with Eliza about a month ago for coffee, but its been forever since we were all in the same place together. I guess that's what happens after college though. Right? Ava moved to New York, and she's happy, but the distance coupled with her crazy auditioning and acting schedule and her full time job makes it hard to keep InTouch. But I'm happy for her. Truly. She was always too big for this small town anyway. Marie met her mate in freshman year, and they married after graduation. She stayed in town, and her husband Brett works in the local pharmacy, but having three kids under five keeps her very busy. 

I take one last look around the room. The room where I grew up. It holds so many memories. I sigh, and begin carrying the boxes downstairs and out to my car, a 1945 Ford Mustang. I like classic cars. And now, I'm grateful for the spacious trunk to put my boxes in. I leave the trunk open as I make another trip. And another. I make my fourth and final trip downstairs and through the door. My eyes widen and I feel my heart jump into my throat as I see Dean stood with his hand on my car, glaring at me. I take a deep breath, and walk over.

"You know, you could have helped with these instead of watching" I nod over to the boxes in my car and Dean smiles. He takes the last box from my hand and puts it in the car before closing the trunk. He reaches into his pocket and hands me a single key on a brown university key chain. I smile noticing the keychain and remembering one of the first tours of the campus we went on, and Dean buying almost all of the College merchandise they had.

"You'll like the cottage. Its small, but cozy. Its furnished too so you don't need to worry about what your going to sleep on or how your going to cook, and there's a cute little porch swing out front that creaks in the wind. and if you order Chinese food tonight, which I know you will, the golden sunrise is the best and they deliver. I found out an old GPS and programmed the Zip code in. You know, you should really get a new car. One with a GPS built in..."

I raise my eyebrows at him. This is so weird. He's being so, civil. I did not expect this. I thought he'd be shouting and pulling my things out of the car and causing a scene. I thought he'd fight for me.

"It should only take about 20 minutes to get there, so call me when you get there. Please."

I nod.

He steps closer and holds the key in my hand. He's so close to me, I can feel his breath dancing on my neck. 

"I'm not going to fight you on this. You know I don't want you to go, but I get that this is something you need to do. Some kind of self-discovery journey. But whatever you're looking for, its right here. So don't take too long to come back to me. Ok?" 

I almost melt at his words as he pins me against my car, and begins kissing me slowly. Seductively. He's pressed so tightly against me I can feel his erection against me. He moves his mouth to the dip in my neck and begins sucking. I feel his tongue circle the flesh there and I'm given flashbacks of the night before. My heart's racing. He fists the material of my shirt at my waist. He runs his hands up my arms and pins my hands above my head.

And then I feel it. My eyes widen instantly and my mouth opens in shock. His teeth pierce the skin in my neck and he bites. Hard. I gasp and try to push him off me as I wriggle under his grasp. But he's stronger than I am, and he tightens his grip on me. I let out a yelp and he eventually lets go. I can feel the skin already bruising. I stare at him, feeling betrayed. That he dare mark me like this. Without my consent.

Dean grins a smug look as he lets me go, and I slap him hard across the face. I can see it hurt. Hell, my hands stinging from the impact but he grins.

"What? You honestly didn't think I'd let you go that easily did you? Now I'll know exactly where you are and what you're doing at all times." He starts walking away, but then turns to me.

"I told you, you're mine Savannah".