The Final Hunt

Chapter Nine - Maggie

I couldn’t breathe, the air was catching in my throat and I had do let little hiccups out in order to gain air into my lungs.

They were closing over.

My airway was blocked.

How could he do this to me?

The air was thick and heavy.

I cupped my hands to my face and tried desperately to calm my breathing as I watched Kyle become aroused whilst another girl was kissing him.

I’d only showed up to talk to him about what I’d heard; and then I knew he was regretting us. He didn’t love me, not really. He felt responsible for me. After what happened.

I came to tell him he was free; he could go and be happy at college, meet someone who didn’t cause him to choke on his own breath when she got scared or angry. Then I saw him with her and I was shattered; he couldn’t even wait to talk to me. First chance he got to go and be drunk with his friends, which I have never tried to stop, he was all over some girl he’d just met. I watched it all; I could see him getting harder and turned on, he did nothing to stop her from kissing him.

My heart pounded in my chest as a gripped the wheel of the car; I wasn’t sad right then, I was pissed. How could he do that to me? How could he have turned something so beautiful and pure into a lie for the sake of a girl in a bar?

I thundered home in the car, making a mental note of everything I would need to leave for a few days; money wasn’t a problem; it was a problem if he somehow managed to drag himself away and follow me. I knew I’d only have a few minutes, half an hour tops.

Clothes, underwear, toiletries and some feminine bits were essential; I’d never been a day late in my life and I was due in three days. I twisted the car abruptly in front of the steps, left it running and ran into the house, grabbing the first holdall I could see; luckily we’d been lazy and not bothered to put them back in the attic since the holiday.

“Please,” I could hear Her whisper, the Goddess, “Please my child, please be safe.” I couldn’t hear Her right now, I couldn’t listen. My heart ached and tears slipped down my cheeks as I grabbed at clothes, bras and panties, throwing them into the bag at record speed, desperate to get out of here before he sees me and tries to stop me.

“How could he do this to me?” I cry, over and over as I frantically pull at toiletries from the bathroom cupboard, looking in the mirror and hating the red faced, tear stained cheeks I see looking back at me.

My soul sparks as I feel him getting closer; he’s nearly here, and he’s sad, and mad. What did he have to be mad for?

I grab my tampon box and head back into the bedroom; it’s light and airy from the window and blinds being pulled open. I do a quick sweep of our tidy bed and my heart briefly aches because I won’t get to share it with him again; I stop to grab a bear that he bought me at Christmas; it’s in a deep grey colour, he said it matched my eyes. It has a red shirt on and a brown cowboy hat; I’d fallen in love with it when he gave it to me; the simplest gift but it meant so much to me. Ever since that day, he’s slept with it on his pillow so that it could catch his scent.

“I can’t bear to leave it,” I say aloud as I reach over the duvet to grab the bear by the leg and stuff it into the bag.

“Maggie!” I hear, just faintly, as I speed downstairs and scribble a note; ‘I can’t stay here. Goodbye Kyle.’ chucking it on the kitchen side I leap to the car and throw my back in the front seat, slamming the door closed and locking the car. I could barely see as I tried to hurry the window into closing.

His cab pulls up in the driveway next to mine and I see a familiar face in the drivers’ seat: it’s Kevin the cabbie, Kyle was obviously so drunk that he either didn’t notice or didn’t care. As he glares at me I scowl at him and turn the key in the ignition, it thunders to life beneath me and I push my foot on the gas pedal before realising that I’ve forgotten to put it in gear.

“Maggie, baby please,” he shouts as he stumbles out of the car.

“No,” I whisper through sobs; I can still barely see him as I pull away, hearing the gravel kick up from under the wheels in my haste.

“Maggie!” he lurched forward and grabbed hold of the handle to the passenger side, trying desperately to clamber through the window.

“I don’t want to hurt you Kyle,” I slow the car just slightly and I can see him look up at me; his face is blurred by my tears but I can see his eyes are red from the alcohol, “get off the car, I’m leaving.”

“No, I won’t let you, stop this car right now.” He orders; in the midst of this, the car slows down and the cabbie speeds off without stopping, Kyle still being dragged down the never-ending drive.

I slam on the break and he flings forward, still hanging on, and flips onto the windshield.

“s**t!” he yelps as his arm stretches to hold on to the car.

“Let the damn handle go, Kyle!” tears of anger seep through and stream down my face; why can’t he just let me leave?

“I’m not letting go Maggie; either you stop or you drive with me on your shield. I swear to the Goddess that I’ll hold on, you’ll have to drag me off yourself.” He flipped over onto his front and released the handle, clinging onto the frame.

His eyes met mine and his breath became uneven; his face turned darker and his eyes grew red lines deepening from his iris all the way through the whites. He clung to his throat with one hand, firmly holding onto the frame with the other. He was a deep shade of purple as he choked out “You’ll.. have to ki…kill me. I’m not… not letting g…go.” His words were staggered and my anger seethed as I lifted my hand and forcefully slammed onto the wheel, and then he was gone.

He was lifted into the air and dropped from first floor height into the rows of bushes that lined the gravel path up to the house; he cursed and staggered to his feet; he’d regained some strength as his breath returned.

I could feel anger bubbling through my soul, replacing all the light that was there before. My heart ached and throbbed in pain as I watched my mate stumble to his feet and trudge towards the car.

“Get the f**k out of the car.” He’d never spoken to me like that; I could feel the fear graze over my anger, as if warring for dominance.

I shook my head, “No.” as he reached the car he fiddled with the hood and lifted it open, ripping a tube out and cursing as he did; he threw it to the floor, still attached at one end, and fumbled with his shirt, pulling it off and wrapping it around his hand. He’d hurt himself. My heart burned inside my chest and I wanted nothing more, in that second, than to comfort him. He slammed the hood lid down and crashed his foot into the front bumper.

“I said. Get out of the car.” He threw the door open, somehow managing to break the lock, and yanked me by the arm out of the car, careful not to hurt me and let me fall to the floor. He trudged us both into the house whilst I screamed and pulled, trying to release his grip on my jacket. 

“Stop fighting with me Maggie. I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice cracked at the end.

“Then let go of me; who do you think you are to handle me like this?!” it was all I could do not to scream in his face; I’d never felt so angry and betrayed, even with my parents. I used all of my control to calm myself down before I hurt him anymore.

“I think I’m your f*****g mate and you tried to leave me without so much as a conversation. What were you going to do?” he sneered at me as he flung my arm away from him, both of us now in the middle of the living room.

“Why do you care?” I retorted. The anger was bringing out a completely new side of me; the lovey-dovey delicate and light Maggie had disappeared for now and the feisty Maggie I was a bit scared of had come out. He snorted and shook his head, storming into the kitchen. I heard the fridge door open and slam shut, he grunted and came back in, a fresh wave of anger across his face and a note in his hand. Oh.

“What the f**k is this? You were…” he started, but I had had enough of his swearing.

“Stop swearing at me.” I interrupted and he snorted a laugh at me again.

“You leave me a note to tell me you’re leaving and I’m not allowed to be f*****g angry?” his demonic laugh shook through me and I snapped; tears streamed down my face again and I couldn’t hold any of it back.

“I heard you with Paul. ‘Do you ever regret it’,” I mimicked their conversation in a poor attempt at a male voice; his anger turned to shock and he stared at me, wide eyed as I continued my rampage.

“You were given ample opportunity to leave Kyle. I never wanted you to want me out of duty or obligation; you knew that from the start.” He tried to speak and I raised my hand to stop him, “Yet here we are; you have a boy’s conversation with your friend and go out for the first time in months and you have some girl draped all over you. How could you do that to me? If you had any ounce of decency you’d have spoken to me. You’d have f*****g talked to me first, told me how you were thinking and then told me. Like a man. That you didn’t want this anymore.” My arms waved and gestured all around the room as if gesturing to our relationship; he took a step towards me and I felt his warmth seep through the anger and fear that had clouded my soul. His light had come back to me and I couldn’t let it in, let it affect me.

“Maggie,” his voice was no more than a whisper, I turned from him and held myself as if it would stop the pain from radiating through me.

“Maggie,” he urged, reaching over and touching my arm; I could feel his spark through my jacket, my skin tingled as his grasp tightened and pulled me around to face him. He reached his lips down towards me and I shook my head.

“I can’t.” I whimpered, but he was having none of it; his hand cupped my chin and pulled my face up to his. His lips crashed down onto mine with raw hunger and need and I told myself I had to, just once more, I had to have him even if it was the last time.

Our hands were frenzied, ripping clothes off of each other as he moved his lips to my neck and nipped at the skin on my sweet spot as I gasped.  Kyle tugged on my jeans and shoved me onto the couch, shedding his own jeans and boxers and freeing his s*x. He was hard, rock hard, and I needed him so badly.

“I need you,” I panted as I dragged him down on top of me; my lips found his again and he groaned into me, my hands reached down to grab his hard d**k and pull him into me.

“Oh, baby, yes!” he slammed into me, repeatedly; he grabbed fistfuls of my hair and cupped my breast as he thrust into me. Kyle growled and groaned, he pumped and exploded; for the first time in our relationship he had just taken me, there and then and not worried about being a gentleman and letting me go first or taking turns. It was raw, passionate and so hot I couldn’t believe he’d saved it for now.

My heart broke at the idea of that being the last time I would have him inside of me.