Chapter Three
Jason drove the highways and back roads, traversing the country, but not really seeing anything. He was still fighting the almost desperate urge to go home, which made him wonder, if he didn't care so much about Elizabeth, would he really be thinking about her, all the time or feel a deep ache in his heart to see her smile and hear her laugh, the answer was simple, he was so head over heels in love, he didn't know whether he was coming or going.
Once again he was sitting within a small room that he had rented for the evening, the sad thing was, it was only ten miles from the last place he had stayed in. This morning he had had every intention of making headway, traveling for as long as he could, but after being on the road less than ten minutes, he knew he couldn't ride for long. His nerves were fried, not to mention he was twitchy and antsy, sitting on a bike for innumerable hours didn't seem like something he would be able to do, so he hadn't, and now he was sitting in another hotel, just as nameless as the last.
It didn't matter the name of the hotel anyway, he had been sitting in the dark for hours now, hoping his mind or something phantasmal would give him a sign, and right now, he was willing to take any one at that. Nevertheless, it was his heart that told him what he must do, he had to go home.
He could feel that something wasn't right there, Elizabeth needed him, perhaps now more so than ever before. He grabbed his coat of the back of the chair and left the seedy little room, back on his bike, and riding to the only women who had ever fully captured his heart.
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A storm raged outside the little lofts, single window, the thunder cracked and lightening broke the darkness of the night.
It seemed fitting that the world was in turmoil, it matched the inner one she was currently dealing with.
Sometime during the day she had slipped into a deep sleep, escaping the pains and the shame, but awakening in the middle of a storm, didn't bother her in the least. Jason had given her that gift, she was once again able to weather thunder storms without panic, she only wished Jason was there with her, there was so much to say, for much had been left unsaid.
The real question though, was very simple, could she unburden herself, just to burden Jason. She wanted nothing more than to escape Lucky and his tyrannical behavior, but she couldn't risk what he would do. She loved Jason too much to allow him to be hurt by her stupid decisions.
So if she had to bear Lucky's abuse, she would, it was better than what her mind conjured that he would do to Jason.
The storm had reached its pinnacle, the rain slashed against the window, turning the outside world opaque, the lightening stuttered across the heavens and the thunder shook the ground beneath her feet.
The lights flickered, came back on and then just as quickly she was plunged into darkness. The only illumination the inconstant bursts from the sky.
Over the crash of thunder, she heard a noise, before she even had time to figure out who or what had made the noise, Lucky was back, but something didn't look right, not that he ever looked right anymore. Then she could see what had changed, or rather smell it. He was beyond inebriated, he was almost to the point of falling down drunk and that glint in his eye's worried her more than the anger had earlier.
"Lucky, what are you doing back here, what's wrong?" Elizabeth asked, her voice mousey, even to her own ears.
"I was thinking about you and decided I wanted to see you. Is there something wrong with that?" Lucky asked, his eye's glazing over even more.
"No, but I didn't expect you to be back, I thought you had plans." Elizabeth said, wishing that he had just stayed away.
"I couldn't rightly leave you alone during such a strong storm, I knew you would be scared." Lucky replied, looking like her welfare was the last thing on his mind.
When he stumbled closer, Elizabeth jumped up, preventing him from taking a fall. She led him to the couch, gently pushing on his arm to get him to lower his hulking form to the couch.
She went to move away, but Lucky, even in his drunkenness was quick. His hands clasped her small wrists in a viselike grip, grinding the bones as he squeezed even tighter. A moan of pain threatened to spill from her lips, but when he had pulled her down on top of him, he released his hold, momentarily.
"I have an itch that needs scratching, think you're up to it." Lucky asked with a salacious wink, honestly not caring if she wanted to or not.
Elizabeth didn't bother arguing, she just slowly removed her clothes and laid down on the couch. As soon as he saw her clothes hitting the floor he was up and throwing his clothes haphazardly on the floor, eager to administer another humiliation.
Elizabeth laid prone beneath his form, not moving, not saying a thing. She gave of her body, but she wasn't present to the actions he was taking with her. She escaped into her mind, imagining Jason's work worn hands tracing her body, his lips devouring her mouth, making sweet passionate love, tender one moment and then more forceful the next, she liked it either way, she wasn't porcelain, she wasn't going to break over some rough handling.
What Lucky was doing to her was not about love, it was about owning her body, taking from it the pleasures he could obtain and then casting her aside. She wanted so much to think of Jason, but she couldn't do it, it would be almost sacrilegious, besides, she never wanted to taint his memory or the possibility that they could have a future.
It didn't matter she was pulled from her thoughts when Lucky bit deeply of her thigh. The pain was instantaneous and the rush of warmth in the area, alerted her to the fact that he had broken the skin, her traitorous blood was even submitting to his demands.
She tried to take comfort with the knowledge that rarely did Lucky remain after he had had his way, but she had never seen him so drunk, so all bets were off. Shy prayed to God that he would be finished soon, but when his teeth sank into the soft flesh of her breast, she was unable to hold back her cry of pain.
Because of such stupidity, she was graced with a hard smack across her face, she bit her lip to halt another cry as it tried to spill from her lips, lips that were now coated in her blood.
Elizabeth tried to burrow deeper into herself, trying to find some refuge from the constant pain. Lucky was now ravaging her body, she knew he must be doing damage to her pliable flesh, but could say nothing to stop it. She also knew he was not going to be going anywhere, he was going to repeat this torture over and over again throughout the night and coming day, she didn't have to be told, it was something she felt deep in her bones.
The beating was a partial payment for her gull to disobey him for keeping the loft, this abuse was the rest of the payment, one which he would take great joy in dealing out.
Elizabeth then burrowed deeper within her mind, she delved to depths she had thought unreachable, and once there, locked her mind down, denying it any glimpses of what was currently being done to her body. Tomorrow she would have to deal with the consequences, right now she could forget.
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Lucky noticed the change, but not until he had finished for the second time. He lay partially on top of her, his weight pinning her to the couch. Her eyes were closed, but he knew she was still awake.
What enraged him more was the fact that she had found some place to go, that he couldn't reach her. No matter the pain he inflicted or the harsh words he spoke, everything he did was ineffectual, at least for the time being, she would crawl out of her despair sooner or later and when she did, he would be there to remind her of the penalty of ignoring him.
The lights finally came on around three that stormy night, he was still awake, he would never be able to sleep with the possibility of her trying to leave, so he watched her and still he knew she didn't sleep, she was playing him for a fool, and that was making him angrier by the minute.
But once the lights came on, he could see what he had done to her body and while a very distant part of his mind balked at the evidence his eyes insisted he had inflicted, an easier accessible part of him relished in the marks he had placed upon her. She had been marked, forever more she would be his. A few more love bites, strategically placed would guarantee no man would ever see her as a sexual being, once he was done with that, he would begin to work her mind, this Elizabeth still had too much fire and he refused to be burned by a mistake like her.
Absently he wondered how he was going to explain his absence to Sarah, she was possessive like that, but she was good at alleviating those itches that overtook him often, Elizabeth was good for the extras, on her he could work out his frustrations and dark desires, with Sarah, he was the picture perfect boyfriend.
It was nice that no one questioned his relationship with Sarah, and something even funnier was the fact that everyone still pushed Elizabeth to forgive him and be there for him. Almost as if they didn't care that she was just a punching bag, although they didn't know the extent, they all claimed in time, that Lucky and Elizabeth would find their way back to one another and if it didn't happen, at least he was happy with Sarah, maybe more so than he ever was with Elizabeth.
With those thoughts racing through his mind, he once again grew hard, wanting a release that only Elizabeth could offer. He climbed on top of her again, devastating her small body and her flesh, panting and out of breath Lucky came in a rush of sweat and fetid alcohol, collapsing on top of her unmoving form.
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Jason arrived in Port Charles just after four in the morning, his first stop was Elizabeth's loft. Her light's were on, but he figured the power had probably been disrupted at some point in the night, if the storm he had driven through was any indication of what happened here.
The streets were covered in water, all available surfaces were scattered with broken branches and twigs. It was obvious the wind had been powerful, evidence in the smaller trees that had been uprooted.
He waited a few more moments, almost wishing she would walk by the window, but after ten minutes and still no sign of her, Jason put the bike in gear and drove home. Tomorrow he would see her, he would go to Kelly's and surprise her.
He pulled into his old parking spot and headed up the elevator to his penthouse. It was strange being home after so long away, but it was also nice, no more lumpy beds and tasteless food. It was good to be home, even better that he would see Elizabeth tomorrow, and tell her exactly what she meant to him.
Jason tossed his things on the desk by the door then climbed the stairs two and three at a time, with his mind set for things to do, he wanted nothing more than to jump in the shower and then into bed. A few hours sleep would be more than enough for what he needed to do tomorrow, the days following he would have to let Sonny know he was back, but for the time being, Elizabeth was the only thing his mind wished to think about.
Twenty minutes later he was laying on his bed, close to drifting off, when that strange feeling overtook him again. Elizabeth was in trouble, but what kind of trouble, he wasn't sure, for that matter he wasn't even sure she was in trouble. Dismissing his feelings as ludicrous, he turned over on to his side and quickly his eyes drifted shut, within mere moments he was sound asleep and dreaming of his hearts desire.
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