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Tug of War... a little more
I pause to suck in a deep breath but Sawyer’s eyes have clouded over and look frosty.
“Clara.” He groans upset dragging a hand down his face.
“No, no.” I stop his train of thought. “Nothing happened...I think. I mean he stripped me and put a tee on me but I slept alone. I totally berated him and made a hasty exit.”
“Why the hell would he strip an unconscious drunk women?” He barks.
“That’s the million dollar question isn’t it?” I try to lighten his mood. He’s so protective of me sometimes.
“I really don't like this story.” He says through clenched teeth. I sit up, changing positions and snuggle into his chest. He wraps an arm around me gently.
“Well that’s the end of it. Amanda and I spent Saturday shopping, saw a movie and then met Marg for a low key dinner.” I quickly finish. His fingers trail lightly up and down my arm and I can feel him relaxing a little. Phew. Crisis averted. “Wanna finish watching Idiot Abroad with me?” I offer snaking my arm around his waist and squeezing. The stiffness melts from his body and he swings us around so we’re spooning on the couch together.
“Sure love.” He says softly. I tag the remote and unpause the show.
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Dreams & Lies
His fingers dig into my shoulders no doubt leaving bruises before he starts violently shaking me. “You HOCKED IT? YOU HOCKED THE FAMILY RING?” He screams shaking me more. I snap my eyes closed and pretend I’m anywhere else. His hands release my shoulders abruptly and as my eyes snap open I feel myself lose my balance. Stumbling to find my footing I miss the next step and tumble. His hate filled eyes watch every hit to the stairs that my body takes before I crumple at the bottom in a pile of skin and bones.
I jackknife up struggling to catch my breath. I feel like I’m being strangled. Pulling my knees into my chest I lay my head on them and fight to control the sobs wracking my body. It was just a nightmare I remind myself.
“Clara.” He groans upset dragging a hand down his face.
“No, no.” I stop his train of thought. “Nothing happened...I think. I mean he stripped me and put a tee on me but I slept alone. I totally berated him and made a hasty exit.”
“Why the hell would he strip an unconscious drunk women?” He barks.
“That’s the million dollar question isn’t it?” I try to lighten his mood. He’s so protective of me sometimes.
“I really don't like this story.” He says through clenched teeth. I sit up, changing positions and snuggle into his chest. He wraps an arm around me gently.
“Well that’s the end of it. Amanda and I spent Saturday shopping, saw a movie and then met Marg for a low key dinner.” I quickly finish. His fingers trail lightly up and down my arm and I can feel him relaxing a little. Phew. Crisis averted. “Wanna finish watching Idiot Abroad with me?” I offer snaking my arm around his waist and squeezing. The stiffness melts from his body and he swings us around so we’re spooning on the couch together.
“Sure love.” He says softly. I tag the remote and unpause the show.
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Dreams & Lies
His fingers dig into my shoulders no doubt leaving bruises before he starts violently shaking me. “You HOCKED IT? YOU HOCKED THE FAMILY RING?” He screams shaking me more. I snap my eyes closed and pretend I’m anywhere else. His hands release my shoulders abruptly and as my eyes snap open I feel myself lose my balance. Stumbling to find my footing I miss the next step and tumble. His hate filled eyes watch every hit to the stairs that my body takes before I crumple at the bottom in a pile of skin and bones.
I jackknife up struggling to catch my breath. I feel like I’m being strangled. Pulling my knees into my chest I lay my head on them and fight to control the sobs wracking my body. It was just a nightmare I remind myself.
