My Hostage My Love by Derekica Snake

Author:Derekica Snake [Snake, Derekica]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Published: 2012-10-18T09:10:48+00:00

My Hostage My Love

quirked up into an emotionless smile. “If you can remember it, I’ll talk about it. Until then…go and see him. He’s asking for you.”

“And if I refuse?” The pain that doubled me out of the chair to the floor was gone. It was long gone but I felt so weak. My fingers traced the scar. So much for thinking I was a victim of a robbery or just being in the wrong place at the wrong time. I had felt the butt of the revolver kick back into my palm as I pulled the trigger. Odd, I can’t recall the men’s faces of those I killed. My inner eye was still swamped with the way Erik’s blue green eyes had looked – frightened and concerned but he had moved with such purpose to get his Devil out of there.

“You dreamt of Erik long before he found you again, didn’t you? A blonde angel with azure eyes. You dreamt of him and it confused you. Erik has been there with you when you were lost out in the big wide world; even when you didn’t know that he was real you dreamt of him.”

She pivoted on a sandal. “I can’t forgive, Love. You dreamt of him not of me. Do us all a favor and …” She shook her head and swallowed whatever vitriol she was going to launch next. “Just do what you gotta do, Trev. That was something that you always did no matter who got hurt or stood in your way.”

The Doctor has left the building.

My head hurt. I crawled over to the bed and hauled myself up the side. My body felt so heavy. So, I laid down on the bed to close my eyes for a moment. There had to more than these disjointed memories. They were making things worse. There had to be the good and the bad not just the romantic and lustful. Well getting shot wasn’t a good memory but I could see that Erik’s intentional message was the trigger for that. So, why was my psyche only dishing out the junk that was confusing me even more? Shouldn’t it be doling out more important stuff? Or was THIS the important junk? I groaned. I wanted to stop thinking. Even if it was for a moment.

I awoke at midnight.

The moon was rising, a sliver of itself on the horizon. I sat up.

I never got dressed the whole day. I can’t ever remember doing that before. I had lounged the whole day away. I slipped out of bed. The trigger hadn’t opened up the floodgates which, as I prized honesty, was a blessing. I had found out in one single day that I had been a 132

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