Page 72 of Losing Control
“See? I knew that you needed a drink. I always know what you need.” It’s like he’s pleased to have some sort of confirmation over a fucking glass of water. He was right. Isn’t he always?
“Why am I here, Michael?” I have to ask, even if it does land me in even more trouble with him.
“I’m looking after you.”
“But why?” I whisper, pushing myself as far against the headboard as I can. He’s so close to me and it is taking all of my willpower not to grimace.
This man whom I once loved, this man who once made me feel like a princess, this man who has become a stranger to me.
“Because I love you.” He looks truly perplexed by my question. “You must know that by now?”
“You hurt me, Michael.” My eyes well with unshed tears and I look down, trying to keep them at bay.
Michael suddenly grabs my hands, making my eyes fly back up to look at him. My whole body is tense, and my mind is trying to anticipate what he is going to do next. Of course this is a ridiculous thing to anticipate. Michael is unstable, there is no telling what he will do.
“I didn’t mean to. I just get a little crazy sometimes, but it’s only because I don’t want to lose you. I can’t be without you, Lucy. You are my life, and I will be damned if anyone other than me is going to spend the rest of their lives with you.”
And there we have it. He’s never going to let me go.
I don’t have the energy to argue with him right now. I have no idea how he got me out of the office at work, or how he got me back to his flat, but I’m tired. I’m tired of fighting and feeling scared.
“I need to get some more sleep,” I say, hoping that he will fuck off and leave me alone.
“Of course,” he says, granting my silent wish. He stands up and makes his way to the bedroom door.
“Just call if you need anything. I’m not going anywhere,” he informs me with a smile before leaving the room and shutting the door behind him.
“Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of,” I whisper to myself quietly.
Chapter Fifty -Two
Trying to build bridges
The screams echo around the room. The sound of my name being called, urgency in the tone.
“Wake up, baby, please.”
A moan escapes my lips, my eyelids flutter, but it’s too difficult for me to open them. My head aches, a throbbing pain that has me clutching at it, my fingers curled into my hair. The silent protests of my mind urging the pain to go away.
“Lucy, why can’t you just do as I fucking ask? Why must I always have to resort to showing you what will happen if you don’t listen?”
Nothing but anger laced in the words being spoken. And fear courses through me, despite the overwhelming pain that I am in.
“Think, Michael.”
Michael.
The man who was once my hero.
The man who I thought would love me unconditionally.
The man who has infiltrated every part of my life, making it so damn difficult for me to escape.
“Okay, we’re going to have to go out the back way.”
He’s talking to himself. There is no way that I can answer him. My mouth feels like it is full of cotton wool.
Arms go underneath me and then I am being lifted. My body rising before my head, the jerk of my neck making me cry out in pain. The sound of him shushing me, holding me close to his body. I feel sick, dizzy, my head dangling down as I struggle to lift it up. He helps me, putting one of his hands at the back of my head and moving it so that it is resting on his shoulder. I feel the strange urge to thank him for this act of kindness. I try to mumble the words, but they don’t come out right. He shushes me again and then we’re moving.
