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Chapter 7

I was half way through the woods or half way to despair or however you will take it.

And every step and every rustling from every step I take is music to my ears. Why? Its cause is my effect…it’s so real, as real as anything can get. It’s more of as I’m at the verge of craziness right now.

So a foot after a foot, the silence was sorta not something I wanted nor did I want anything like racket.

An unwelcome wind was surrounding me, engulfing me...slowly I hear my name being whispered through the silence, “Miss Jessica….Miss Jessica”; it caught me. The second round of my name being whispered had more emphasis then the first.

I stopped in my mid step to take that few breaths of sanity or what ever I had left because now I just arrived at the end of my intermission.

I was scurrying through the streets as fast as possible now, but as I was getting closer to what you can call civilization… I felt watched.

I couldn’t hide because I couldn’t run from it.

This paranoia is like your shadow; it reveals what you don’t want to see, it’s a perceptible attachment, and you just can’t find it every time you want to spot it.

It was an unseen connection; it was a well hidden case.

Frivolous or serious it didn’t matter; I had so many cuts and bruises from hiding and running.

I saw my house door, it was closed -not how I left it by the way.

I was just scanning for any traces of last night…I FOUND NOTHING.

It’s like Martha Stewart came up and tidied every thing.

I was confused.

…probably more of frustrated than confused.

If you were ever to picture my house, don’t think picket fence, front yard porch, green, green grass. Think a petite not small front yard with the typical personality: two front windows, a bay window, and a bush or two to make it look no so empty.

At first I was ten feet away…then nine feet….I was getting so much closer than I stopped. I peeked through my windows. Everything seemed so normal, so untouched.

I felt a tug behind me, and suddenly the air I inhaled became heavy. It was not painful, but I had every intention of crying. Then for a brief moment, I wanted to surrender.

I couldn’t keep my eyes open. The Sandman was very happy to see me, apparently. The weight was so unbearable… I swear I fought, I really did.

I turned around with whatever strength was left to see what was doing this. It’s him…it’s the Non-responder…it’s Aaron.

I was in a way knocked out but in some pretense I was conscious. Like I could still hear everything around me, and feel everything. I was just not there to be in and participate. Isn’t that really confusing?

With every effort and unmistaken strength I tried to push him away, but that didn’t happen. I couldn’t walk away from him either…I didn’t even try to run.

His left hand was near my waist holding me to every existing edge against his body, and his right hand was holding me by the neck selecting the right pressure points to hurt me just enough to keep me alive.

“Miss Jessica,” he whispered seductively, “I didn’t know I’ll end up holding you like this again. I would have come prepared.” Thoughts of regret of ever meeting him raced through my mind. Disgust ran through my every vein.

I wasn’t being dragged like you would think; I was carried like a baby, literally. Its interesting how no one was outside washing their car or taking the daily stroll. Of course, in my luck this shit happens.

“Don’t thi…” I attempted to remark, but nothing came out but a low and muffled whisper. I felt released from his entanglement. And so I was because the start of the engine vibrated furiously through my ear.

“Oh, you don’t know how much I have missed you Jessica. I yearned for your touch, sometimes I even walk to your window and wait for you to come and open it like we used to.

I could start from the time I saw you first right after you broke up with me. You were happy with that priceless smile, your hair still falling perfectly on your shoulders, and that glow that just followed you still got to me. It still drives me crazy that you’re with that guy Jason ….” Aaron began his speech of his supposed love for me. The thought of him watching my every move or him thinking of me destroys every good aspect I ever found in him.

“Jamie…” I managed to get out.

“Indeed, it is Jamie. I never did quite catch what you find so appealing in him.” The snide in his voice initiated the ultimate form of weakness ever found in me. He must enjoy every waking moment that I’m with him and this time by no choice.

“He can never give you what I did though, Jessica. Would you like me to remind you, Lover?” The last word rang through my body. It rolled of his tongue like he spoke of it daily. Love is some thing we never had now that I think about it. Lust is more likely than anything.

The age of consent from where I live is in a way not so demanding as in other states. The price to pay depending on the circumstances is so fickle. So, whatever immediate thoughts came to mind didn’t instill any negativity.

“Fuck you…” The anger building inside of me is just enough to get me to speak. If I only had the given strength and the properly handed time to show this ass hole a piece of Miss Jessica.

“Oh yes, Jess. Fuck you is right, I never did exactly tell you why we are in this situation.” I think my heart skipped a beat when he decided to finish that sentence. It’s as if all Hell wanted to break loose.

Did I deserve this? Tell me in any way, shape, or form what I did to deserve Aaron in my life?!

Just about when everything seemed just this much less hectic, the Non-responder wanted to actually respond to a question I didn’t even ask!?

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Hmph, well wow this chapter came up so quickly. OKAY BEFORE YOU FINISH READING THIS, take this moment in time to hit this button…yes that button, and leave a review?

So my lovelies this chapter is kinda vulgar , a bit more intent…I was thinking of making the rating M because the content did sort of change. And if I did disappoint, well my writing streak couldn’t last to long. Have a Happy New Year!

xoxo, Madi-Lynn