breath.
“Can you tell me what I’m missing?”
“I can give you the short version but I’m not answering questions. Don’t get any ideas about asking Jesse or Lizzie either. They won’t answer them. Take it or leave it.” His voice is completely void of any emotion it had in it before.
This must tie into his past. The scars. I nod.
He turns away from me. His eyes are staring off at nothing, distant and emotionless. “Lizzie was adopted by Greg and Amy. We all had the same biological parents.”
I want to ask so many questions.
Where did he and Jesse go?
What happened that they were adopted?
How did they all find each other again?
I don’t though.
I know he won’t answer them.
Dinner passes without any more incidents, thankfully. Walking back to the room there is so much I want to ask him. I want him to open up to me. I’ve told Twisted things I never told anyone before. I want him to know that he can trust me enough to open up to me the same way.
We walk into our room and I turn toward him. He is moving around the room, his hands unbuttoning his shirt. The entire time I watch him he doesn’t once look up at me. “Can we talk?”
He looks up at me. “Not if you’re gonna ask me questions about shit I don’t want to talk about.” Turning away from me he walks into the bathroom.
I sit on the bed feeling overwhelmed by the different emotions running through me. I’m angry that he is so dismissive of me and my questions. That he won’t even consider letting me in. I’m hurt because I shared my past with him. Sure, he doesn’t know everything, but I gave him a part of me that night. When the bathroom door opens I look up at him. “Tell me why it’s okay that you demanded my story but you refuse to give me any of yours?”
He doesn’t answer me.
“Is this some sort of bullshit control thing? You can’t tell me because you always want to be in charge?” My voice is getting louder.
Silence is all I get.
The hurt is lessening and the anger inside of me is rising the more he completely ignores me. I stand up and walk over to him. “Stop ignoring me! What makes you so damn special? Why do you get to keep everything to yourself?”
His hands grab my arms roughly and I jump. When his eyes meet mine they are fierce. “Because the shit that I would tell you will haunt your fucking dreams.”
He releases me and I stumble. We stand there looking at each other. I have no idea what to say to him. I want to tell him I can handle it, that I’m strong enough.
Before I can say anything else he turns away from me and walks out of the door.
My mind races as I try to think of what it is that could possibly be so bad.
I get undressed and slip under the sheets not bothering to go after him.
Chapter Sixteen
Nikki
Today is Lizzie’s wedding.
Twisted came back into the room in the middle of the night and slipped into bed with me. When he did I wanted to turn to him, but I didn’t. I pretended to be asleep and lay there. I was pissed that he walked out, and even more so that he is so closed off. I decide not to push the issue this morning though. We only have four more days here, and then when we get back home I only have three more weeks with him. I don’t want to spend them in a constant fight trying to get something from him that he isn’t willing to give.
I straighten the last strand of my hair and look into the mirror. The dress I’m wearing I picked out just for him. When I showed him all the clothes from my shopping trip, I kept this one to myself. He had asked to see it and I just kept telling him no. I wanted him to see me in it today. When I put it on, Tracie was actually speechless, so I knew at that point that I had to get it.
It’s a black dress that hugs every inch of my body. The front is a V-neck halter-top that stops a few inches above my knee. The back of the dress is my favorite. It’s a corset that laces up with a red satin ribbon. Luckily the dress has a hidden
“Can you tell me what I’m missing?”
“I can give you the short version but I’m not answering questions. Don’t get any ideas about asking Jesse or Lizzie either. They won’t answer them. Take it or leave it.” His voice is completely void of any emotion it had in it before.
This must tie into his past. The scars. I nod.
He turns away from me. His eyes are staring off at nothing, distant and emotionless. “Lizzie was adopted by Greg and Amy. We all had the same biological parents.”
I want to ask so many questions.
Where did he and Jesse go?
What happened that they were adopted?
How did they all find each other again?
I don’t though.
I know he won’t answer them.
Dinner passes without any more incidents, thankfully. Walking back to the room there is so much I want to ask him. I want him to open up to me. I’ve told Twisted things I never told anyone before. I want him to know that he can trust me enough to open up to me the same way.
We walk into our room and I turn toward him. He is moving around the room, his hands unbuttoning his shirt. The entire time I watch him he doesn’t once look up at me. “Can we talk?”
He looks up at me. “Not if you’re gonna ask me questions about shit I don’t want to talk about.” Turning away from me he walks into the bathroom.
I sit on the bed feeling overwhelmed by the different emotions running through me. I’m angry that he is so dismissive of me and my questions. That he won’t even consider letting me in. I’m hurt because I shared my past with him. Sure, he doesn’t know everything, but I gave him a part of me that night. When the bathroom door opens I look up at him. “Tell me why it’s okay that you demanded my story but you refuse to give me any of yours?”
He doesn’t answer me.
“Is this some sort of bullshit control thing? You can’t tell me because you always want to be in charge?” My voice is getting louder.
Silence is all I get.
The hurt is lessening and the anger inside of me is rising the more he completely ignores me. I stand up and walk over to him. “Stop ignoring me! What makes you so damn special? Why do you get to keep everything to yourself?”
His hands grab my arms roughly and I jump. When his eyes meet mine they are fierce. “Because the shit that I would tell you will haunt your fucking dreams.”
He releases me and I stumble. We stand there looking at each other. I have no idea what to say to him. I want to tell him I can handle it, that I’m strong enough.
Before I can say anything else he turns away from me and walks out of the door.
My mind races as I try to think of what it is that could possibly be so bad.
I get undressed and slip under the sheets not bothering to go after him.
Chapter Sixteen
Nikki
Today is Lizzie’s wedding.
Twisted came back into the room in the middle of the night and slipped into bed with me. When he did I wanted to turn to him, but I didn’t. I pretended to be asleep and lay there. I was pissed that he walked out, and even more so that he is so closed off. I decide not to push the issue this morning though. We only have four more days here, and then when we get back home I only have three more weeks with him. I don’t want to spend them in a constant fight trying to get something from him that he isn’t willing to give.
I straighten the last strand of my hair and look into the mirror. The dress I’m wearing I picked out just for him. When I showed him all the clothes from my shopping trip, I kept this one to myself. He had asked to see it and I just kept telling him no. I wanted him to see me in it today. When I put it on, Tracie was actually speechless, so I knew at that point that I had to get it.
It’s a black dress that hugs every inch of my body. The front is a V-neck halter-top that stops a few inches above my knee. The back of the dress is my favorite. It’s a corset that laces up with a red satin ribbon. Luckily the dress has a hidden
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