My Little Kitten
Lilvia's P.O.V
The gorgeous green rolling hills that resided behind my property had long since been covered by the heavily falling snow. It seemed to have calmed down now, enough for me to be able to stand on my balcony and still see properly. It all looked so picturesque and it made my mood lighten considerably. I had been at Spenser for five months now, the longest i had ever been happy in any kind of establishment. I used to spend my day thinking of ways to end the self hate i felt and now I'd spend my days laughing and for the first time since i was thirteen i felt like the real Lilvia.
"Kitten what are you doing?" A rough yet charming voice asked sleepily. I smiled and turned my head to Reid standing in the door way. Blonde hair tousled from sleep, baggy jeans resting low on his hips and boxers peaking out. I merely smiled at him and turned back, opening my hands to catch snow flakes on my palm.
"Baby seriously. It's minus something degrees and you standing out here barefoot." I exclaimed incredulously. My eyes swept quickly over my appearance. The white nightdress i had on seemed to match the beautiful purity of the snow. I could feel my cold feet no more, they were long since numb. I heard Reid give an aggravated sigh before he stormed outside and swept me up from under my knees.
"Sometimes Kitten your beyond silly." He murmured lovingly. I moved my face up to peck his nose. He dropped me lightly on the bed. I scrambled under the soft covers, resting my head of the goose feathered pillow. Reid wrapped an arm around my waist as he lay on his stomach. We were quiet for a few seconds before he spoke up,
"You had a nightmare last night." He informed. I stared at the ceiling debating whether or not to divulge the horrors of what i saw last night.
"You were really screaming and crying." He continued this was the way he always played it, bug me and bug me until i bended to his will. He petted my hip almost patronisingly.
"Why do you need to know?" I asked with a sigh. He groaned and sat up fully.
"I just want to know what made you cry. God forbid i care about you." He gritted out angrily. I stayed lying down and just kept peering at the ceiling.
"Look Reid there are some things i don't want to talk about." I replied softly and truthfully. He bit the inside of his bottom lip.
"Why not? I thought we were supposed to be honest with one another." He battled. I sighed and turned on my side away from him.
"I'm not lying to you about anything Reid; i just had a bad dream." I responded keeping the soft tone in my voice. I heard him growl and stand up from the bed. I could hear the rustling of clothes moving about and i closed my eyes again.
"Have you ever been raped Reid?" I asked bluntly. The sounds all around me stopped. He sat back on the bed.
"No I haven't." He answered softly. I looked out of the bay window facing my bed. The snow was beginning to fall heavier now. The grounds were completely covered in snow now. A pure white surface to hide away the blemishes. The bed moved slightly and soon enough i was being spooned by Reid.
"Sometimes i dream of what he used to do to me. It's so graphic and down to the point that it feels like he's doing it all over again." I cried gently. Reid's hand rubbed up and down my arm, his mouth left gentle kisses on the side of my neck and his body radiated a comforting warmth.
"How come it's all been rushing back?" He asked continuing his loving petting. I shifted uneasily knowing that the truth to his question wouldn't sit well.
"I got a letter from him two days ago." I whispered. His body stiffened behind me.
"Where is it?" He demanded furiously sitting up. I slipped out of the warm covers moving over to my white wood dresser. I pulled the crumpled sheet of A4 paper. He snatched it out of my hands angrily. I watched his eyes run along the words hurriedly. I could already remember every single word on the paper.
My Dearest Petal,
It's been four long years that I've lived without you for. I can't begin to describe just how much i miss you. The way your beautiful chocolate curls tumble gracefully around your shoulder blades, how your seductive lips would pit so temptingly and more than anything the way your little body would writhe submissively underneath.
They say what we did was wrong. I know my response was slightly over the top but you need to understand the position i was in. I felt back into a corner, almost as though you had tried to steal my world from beneath my gaze. You had me so captivated that the thought of losing you scared me and i panicked. Those bruises were just an example of my passion for you.
I know where you are now. I know we've made mistakes but together we can repent our sins and be together. Soon it will be legal.
All My Love
Andrew
Reid stood there rigid and blank. There had been a few things i had become aware of since dating Reid, he was intensely jealous, what were his were not to be shared. The letter was gripped tightly in his hand. I moved in tiny steps over to him. I could practically feel the tension pushing me back. I stood in front of his tall frame; leaning my head up to look at him,
"Baby are you okay?" I asked softly. He blinked a few times his eyes never straying form the letter.
"Will you go back to him when you're legal?" He asked so bluntly and yet the pure hurt in his tone pushed me back. I stroked my fingers along his cheek.
"No Reid I'm not." I replied honestly. After everything it wouldn't even cross my mind.
"Why not? I thought you loved him?" He questioned his eyes betraying the real paranoia. I cocked my head to the side and gave him a small smile.
"So did I. Every scar i have means something Reid. They all mean bad things and a lot of my scars are for him. Why be with someone that is willing to smack
the shit out of me as soon as he loses his temper when i love someone who picks me up out of the snow?" I asked softly my fingers never falling from his cheek. After my words he smiled down lovingly at me.
"I was thinking when the snow clears up we cold go somewhere for the weekend." He proposed drawing me closer to his chest. I smiled brightly at the idea, a log cabin in the mountains.
"If you wanted we could invite the others but if you don't I'm not fussed either way." He admitted stroking lazy patterns into my hips. I laid my head against his chest his heartbeat comforting me to no end.
"I think it would be nice for us all to get away. Take our own cars so if it gets too much we can separate." I replied kissing his bare chest.
Reid's P.O.V
There were no words for the anger i felt. Who did this Andrew Tucker think he is? Sending my girlfriend love letters after he shamelessly beat the shit out of her. I looked down at her; she looked so angelic when she slept. Her curls would fan out behind her, her lips pout childishly and her nose twitch every so often. I tried to imagine bruises on her pale face. She just looked so small and fragile that it astounded me that anyone could even think of hurting her. The letter lay on the bedside table smirking at me. I don't give a flying fuck who Andrew Tucker or the Callowen's were. They hadn't ever messed with the Son's of Ipswich but i guarantee I'm gonna teach these cretins a lesson they won't ever forget. They'll regret breaking the Little Kitten, my Little Kitten.
