8 Days For Salvation by Yolanda Olson

Author:Yolanda Olson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Yolanda Olson
Published: 2016-09-24T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

We were sitting in the den after breakfast. Daniel said he wanted to spend some time with me that didn’t involve sex or devious games; he said he wanted to just be normal for a few hours.

It made me wonder if that was something he was capable of, but I knew that I wouldn’t have a choice in the matter and let him walk me into his “favorite room in the house.”

“The days are coming to an end faster than I would like them to, Faith,” he said quietly from the right side of the room. “I had hoped for more time together.”

I heard him sigh and shift in the chair he had settled into, then the sound of his fingertips drumming softly on what I assumed to be the armrest.

“Speak to me, Faith. Speak to me freely . Let’s talk like we’re two people that have never met before today. Tell me how waking up every day in my home makes you feel; your fondest moment with me. Tell me anything you want or need to so that we can fill this fucking silence that’s doing my head in.”

I reached up and pushed my hair back over my right shoulder. I had been seated on the floor, so I rose up enough to cross my legs underneath myself, then settled back onto them again.

“Please. If we’re going to live this fantasy for a few hours, call me Ione,” I requested softly.

“Agreed,” he said with a deep sigh.

“How long have I been here? With you?” I asked, curiously.

“I don’t want to talk about this,” he snapped. “I want to talk about pleasant things.”

“I’m only filling the silence as you asked me to, Daniel. There are things I’d like to know before I acquiesce to the conversation you want to have,” I replied with a sigh.

“Ten years.”

Ten years? How is it possible that no one has noticed that I’ve been missing for ten fucking years?

Bitter tears started to pool in what was left of my eyes as I answered my own question. Because the only person that would have noticed is already dead.

“How old are you?” I asked, wiping away the tears as they started to fall.

“Thirty in six days.”

I nodded. It made sense that I would be the grand finale as he entered a new chapter in his life.

“How many of us were there?”

“I don’t want to talk about it!” he shouted.

I raised my head in the direction of his voice and got to my feet. It probably wasn’t the best idea in the world to leave the spot he had purposely put me in, but maybe if I got him to hold my hand again, he would be softer with his tone.

Bumping clumsily into the side of his chair, which I knew now to be made of leather, I sat back down onto my legs and put a hand on his knee. I would start with a simple touch to soothe his anger, then attempt to hold his hand again.

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