Randy had come over, alone.
I was grateful. It would make
things easier for me, for the both of us.
I had gone through the motions, doing my best to comfort
him, pretending that I was shocked and horrified at what had happened to
Bella. Part of me… part of me enjoyed
seeing him cry. It wasn’t because of the
pain he was feeling. I took no joy in
his pain.
No…
It was because he needed.
He wasn’t the support for someone else.
He was the one in need of support, and I was the one he went to.
Eventually we made love.
After we lay in bed, the day drifted into twilight and then
darkness. I dozed, drifting in and out
of sleep, my thoughts returning to Bella.
The image of her terrified, helpless face was burned into my
brain. She never even saw me, but I had
been able to see her. I had seen all
that anguish and pain.
I had caused all that anguish and pain.
There was a zing of electricity that shot through my
body.
“It’s now or never.”
That familiar voice buzzed through my brain. “He’s snooping. He’ll find out. Get him now before he gets
away.”
I nodded, my eyes still closed, my body still rigid with
sleep.
“Get him and bring him to me,” the voice continued, “and
I’ll give you exactly what you want.”
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