Page 13 of Vile Emotion
I lift my shirt and there is no sound coming from Alaric or any acknowledgement. After a moment, I hear the door shut and that's when I realize that I’m breathing again.
He is more of a monster than I thought… I should leave. I have to leave but then I stop myself because how can I when I need him now.
Sighing,I release another breath and get dressed. After all of that, I put my hair back in a plaited style french braid tucking in my side bangs since I haven’t really been able to properly get them cut.
The pantsuit that Alaric has me in screams money. I’m not shocked that it's my size nor am I shocked at the shoes being my size. I wear the red Jimmy Choos that compliment the black suit.
I make my way to the only place I know Alaric is waiting for me, the foyer. He doesn’t acknowledge me or say anything else. He looks different than when I saw him this morning, his buzz cut makes his dangerous eyes pop out more and in the suit, he looks less like Alaric Crowne the businessman and more like a hired killer.
He walks with his hands in the pockets of his gray suit. Him and Cassius are the same in not wearing ties. While Cassius looks like he has a gentle side when he smiles, Alaric doesn’t even give that vibe.
Once we make it to the car, Cassius looks back at me as he sits in the passenger seat then looks at Alaric.
“Where to?” he asks.
“The prison. Gotta check something out.”
I didn’t askwhy we were going to the prison, instead I sat back quietly. I didn’t want to know anything that would further push me into running again.
Once we got there, Alaric got out first and came around to open my door but the driver beat him to it.
Alaric didn’t look at the driver, instead he looked at me as I got out.
“What were my rules? Did you already forget them?” He asks.
“No.” I look down.
“Nobody opens the door for you but me, got that?”
“Yes, Alaric.”
“And if they open it, you don’t get out.” He lifts my head with his knuckles under my chin. “Look at me when I address you.”
“I’m looking.”
Alaric doesn’t say anything. Instead, he just stands there, staring at me as if there is something else he wants to say to me. More things to spew my way.
“The things I do for my wife.” He says with disdain in his tone. “Let’s go.”
We walk into the same prison that held me for five years, my home, since I had no home to go back to.
Once we get to the warden’s office, Cassius is the only one to address him as Alaric sits down and with his eyes tells me to sit down as well.
My old CO walks in not even five minutes later and I sit up straight. He looks my way and his eyes widen with fear. Something I had never seen in his eyes. He was cruel to me courtesy of Alaric Crowne he’d say.
“Sit down.”
Alaric tells him as Cassius pulls up a chair for him in front of where Alaric is sitting.
There’s usually a table here but the warden must’ve taken it away some time. I only came in here a couple of times.
The CO sits down with a smug look on his face. Alaric moves slowly and quietly like a cobra ready to devour its prey. He’s closer to the CO as his elbows rest on his thighs.
“What was it that she didn’t give you that you scarred her?”
My eyes widen and I open my mouth to deny it all. Alaric lifts one finger up and I shut up.
“Nothing. This bitch is lying. I did nothing to her.”
