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Part one.
Bury all your secrets in my skin, come away with innocence and leave me with my sins.
The air around me still feels like a cage; love is just a camouflage for what resembles rage again.
Slipknot-Snuff
She kept driving, almost as if she was possessed. Her mind wasn't on the road as it should have been, but it was on memories that seemed to far away to touch, yet so close they could hurt.
"I love you, you know that right?" his voice was soft, loving. she sighed, snuggling closer to his side. The blankets surrounding them with more warmth then they wanted, but they were too tired, to comfortable to want to move.
"I want to believe you," She whispered back and she truly did. Every part of her wanted to believe him. Every fiber in her body wanted to scream out to him, but she couldn't.
Trust.
Trust is another word for love in her world. And she doesn't trust, she can't trust. Not when she's been left to many times by people who never should have gone. Trust and Love they were equal parts in the same equation
"Hey," His hand left a gentle trail down her arm, "Look at me." She moved her head so she had a clear view of his blue eyes. "I wont leave you," and just like, with those four words that meant so much to her she started to cry.
"Don't say that," she shut her eyes to him, trying to stay strong and keep him out; but she couldn't. Not really. All the while a small part of her brain kept whispering over and over, that its too late. That you do trust him, that you do love him you foolish girl.
It was suppose to be a cup of coffee- a one night stand that turned into nothing more but an awkward morning and false see you around. But here they were a year later in the same bed, making love until dawn, soft kisses that meant the world to her.
How did she let this happen.
He brushed her tears away with his thumb, His blue eye like an oath to her soul, "I promise I wont ever leave you," She shut her eyes, with those words echoing her world causing a butterfly effect throughout her life.
It was pouring out when she got to her sisters house. She hadn't even notice she was there until the car was parked in the drive way of the house.
The sky was dark, the wind around her on a rampage telling her the storm wasn't nearly close to being done. The lightning in the sky seemed to be the only thing that let her see the stone path up to her sisters house, and too its blue door.
She knocked and knocked until her knuckles hurt, then she started on the door bell, not giving it a breather, she just kept pushing and pushing. And when the door finally opened she collapsed into her sister arms, ignoring the panic clearly on etched on he big sisters face.
"He's gone..."
o.O.o
It was morning, and the sky was clear in the perfect way it could be only after a storm. But she felt nothing, she felt numb and lost and unlike the night before how the weathered seemed to mirror her emotions, now it was just a lie.
"Mornin' Aunt Zoë" A high squeaky voice said walking into the kitchen. She tried to force a smile, but she couldn't.
Her sister who had been walking behind her daughter took one look at her younger sister, "Baby, why don't you go wake daddy up. Tell him Mommy said to take you out for breakfast." The little girl ran excitedly out of the room with her eyes lit up.
Zoë sat at her sister table, staring out the glass patio door. "He's gone sis," She brought the cup of her coffee to her lips, shutting her eyes at the taste.
"Did you even try to get any sleep last night?" Her hands still around the warm coffee mug, she shook her head. "I can't sleep." She looked up and saw her sister watching her, "What if-" she took a deep breath, "He didn't leave."
"What do you mean?"
She sat her mug down, eyes wide she felt confused and lost. Not trusting her own mind and memory. "I don't know, I just feel like I'm missing something. He wouldn't just leave,"
"What, you think he was kidnapped?"
"Yes! no! Maybe!" She threw her hands up, "I don't know, He wouldn't just leave."
"Zoë-"
"Listen to me! My memory, it, it has holes in it." Fear flashed in her sisters eyes, "That night, the night he left it just doesn't make sense."
"Have you been taking your pills?"
"YES!" Zoë, yelled feeling like giving up. "Listen to me. This has nothing to do with that. It has nothing to with that at all. He was there, and we we're together and then I woke up and he was just gone."
"Zoë," Her sister put her hand over hers, "You said he was acting strange, he was doing things, saying crazy things." Yes, she did say that. But it wasn't the truth, it couldn't be the truth.
"You said you already talked to the police, there was no evidence of foul play"
"NO!"
"YES! Listen to me Zoë." Zoë looked away, her sister kept talking, "He was sick, you know that."
"It was something else." Zoë said defiantly, standing up walking out of the kitchen and into the living room. "I'm sorry I bothered you."
"Zoë, come on!" Her sister was right behind, "No, I'll just go" She picked up her bag that was still on the floor from the night before, still damp.
"Zoë, you need help." she turned around quickly almost losing her balance, "No I don't! What I need is for my sister to believe me!"
"TO BELIEVE WHAT!" Her sister shouted, "That Jimmy was what, Zoë? Abducted by aliens out of your bed?"
"I'm leaving."
"You can't drive. You haven't slept in the past three days. there is nothing else you can do. Stay; get some rest, then go back home."
"Goodbye Jess,"
"Zoë" Her sister called out, but it was too late. She already shut the door on her.
o.O.O
She walked into their loft and shut her eyes, his presence was still there. Even after the three weeks of not talking to him, of not being able to find him, She could feel him in everything that surrounded her.
She set the keys down on the table near the door. Her hand paused over the picture frame sitting there. She remembers the day it was taken as if it was yesterday.
"Do you like it?" he asked a glow to his a face. She looked around, the walls needed a paint job, the wooden floors could use a good wax. The kitchen was a mess, it would cost a fortune to remodel it. She turned around, "I love it." she whispered, and she did. It was everything that she could ever want someday, a place to make their own.
"Good, cause' I would have felt silly spending all that money on a down payment if you hated it." stuttering, "Y-y-you" his smile got bigger, "But we- I-" Her mind was racing. They had talked about getting a place together, after all they spent enough time together that it was silly to continue to pay rent on two places.
He put his arms around her, "I did it for us," but she could hear it in his voice. He did it for her. "Welcome home baby."
She threw the picture frame, watched as it shattered against the wall. Her breathing came out in pants, as she stared at the wall. "You promised," tears started to fall once again, "YOU PROMISED!" she shouted, though no one was there to hear her.
It was her home, their home. But now she was the only one there.
o.O.o
She wont sleep in their bed. She can't, no matter how hard she tries, she always ends up restless and angry. So she spends her nights up, and when she feels sleep she cradles a bottle of jack on the couch until she falls into the blackness of a drunken slumber.
But this night its different' she didn't realize she was falling asleep until it was too late. So as she laid there on the couch, scrunched up in a ball, with a blanket wrapped around her. The TV on silent, a book she had been reading fell from her hand, yet she stayed asleep.
But when her eyes opened She felt confused, totally and utterly confused.
"Where am I?" She asked, mostly to herself as she took in her surrounding. Everything felt cold and grey to her. Was she in a barn? A warehouse? What was with the symbols on the wall? A million questioned raced through her mind.
"You sure you did the ritual right?" She jumped as soon as the man spoke, she turn around ready to flee if necessary. But she didn't, even though she saw to strange men sitting on a table.
The age difference obvious. "Who are you?" She asked, but they didn't answer. The older man, with the baseball cap seemed to glare at the younger good looking one. "Sorry. Touchy, touchy, huh?"
"I asked who you were" She began to walk towards them, wondering what the hell she had gotten herself into this time.
Suddenly a loud rattling started up, causing Zoë to jump back. She glanced up, noticing the metal roof shaking furiously, her hair blowing in her face. It was as if a tornado was right outside.
"What's going on?" She screamed at the two men, seeing them grab shotguns her heartbeat jumped a hundred mph, "What are you doing?" she yelled but they still can't seem to see or hear her. They moved further back, guns aimed at the door.
She stood there scared, in the middle of the room, wondering if she also should move back for protection. Before she could decided the doors burst open, and she found herself frozen.
A man in a tan trench coat walked in, the lights above his head shatters in a shower of sparks as he walks underneath them. She couldn't stop staring at him, watching as he moved closer.
As soon as she heard the first gunshot she jumped, "STOP! DONT SHOOT!" She screamed, putting herself in-between them. But, like magic it does nothing. As if she was a ghost the man walked right through her.
She fell to the cold ground stunned watching the scene unfold in front of her.
"Who are you?"
"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition." Jimmy says, and she couldn't believe her ears.
