Stung and Employed By The Wasp

Shit, shit, shit!

He was right, somehow, someway he was right. We hadn’t just known each other, we had told each other everything about ourselves. What our dreams were, what fantasies we had, what we feared...everything.

The only thing we hadn’t done was have sex with each other.

Oh, and the last time I saw him? I pulled away from him as he tried to kiss me for the first time, told him I wasn’t ready, and then never went back.

I fully just up and left him, no wonder why he was so hesitant to let me leave when he finally got me back.

Ok...I had to figure this shit out.

I told myself that I was done with the dynamic the second it ruined the two most important relationships that I had. Sure, I was heartbroken that I had to just leave the man who I now knew was Chris, but that was in the past. I had moved on from that.

Just because he now was reaching out to me didn’t mean I had to crumble to his will. He was a grown man, I’m sure his heart had been broken before, what was one more girl who got away? Plus, it wasn’t like I just happily walked away from that place, I had a lot invested in there emotionally as well.

I stood back up with the book in my hand, and brushed the thin layer of dust that covered my outfit. Now I had what I needed, all I had to do was just find a place to go. I figured if I went and got a quick bite to eat, that would still leave me plenty of time in the day to find a place I could stay at for a week at most.

Locking the storage unit up, I got into my car and headed to the closest little cafe I could find.

“Welcome, how are you doing today?” The barista cheered.

“It’s been a long one.” I chuckled, shaking my head.

“Well that’s no good considering it’s only 1 in the afternoon. I’d be happy to make you something strong.” She told me.

“That sounds wonderful.” I told her, and finished ordering before I went and sat down in a bench that faced away from the door.

I turned my phone around and around in my hands as I thought about what my next step was. I feared that just trying to ignore this and run away to another house would lead to no good, most likely Chris or one of those other crazy guys he worked with would catch up to me.

However, there was also the concern that if I went back, I might remember how much I enjoyed spending time with him, and the deep rather philosophical talks we would have.

There wasn’t really a good option.

I put my head in my hands and just wished that there was some sign that would help me figure out what to do.

“Here you go, enjoy!” The perky barista cheered, dropping my coffee and breakfast sandwich off.

“Thank you so much.” I thanked her.

I quickly grabbed my purse as I left to use the restroom, and came back to enjoy my delicious coffee drink.

As time went on and I just tried to figure out what I was going to do, I found myself growing increasingly tired and sleepy.

My stomach was turning on me, and I pushed my food away from me, I felt like I was all of a sudden going to be sick.

I had to get out of here and get back to my car. I’d find a place to stay now even if it was just for the night.

“Just a little bit more.” I whispered to myself, seeing my car in the parking lot.

When I finally got to my car, I barely managed to slip in and get the door shut before I put the seat back and shut my eyes.

I felt another wave of nausea and pure exhaustion run through me, and I knew something was suddenly very wrong.

Little by little I felt myself falling into a deep sleep no matter how hard I tried to hold on, I simply couldn’t.

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3 Hours Later -

“Wake up - Grab a brush and put a little makeup - Grab a brush and put a little - Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup - Hide the scars to fade away the - Why'd you leave the keys upon the table? - Here you go create another fable -You wanted to” The radio blasted.

My eyes fluttered, as the noise from the radio woke me up. I reached over to my right to turn the radio off, but my hand hit the window.

Wait...that wasn’t right.

I managed to finally fight off the sleep from my eyelids, and when I opened my eyes my heart jumped into my throat.

I was in the passenger seat with whom I remembered to be Ricky. What the fuck had happened to ge me here?

My fingers fumbled, trying to undo my seatbelt and figure out a way to get the hell out of here.

“Shhh, go back to sleep.” He whispered, rubbing my thigh.

I tried to fight against the seatbelt, until I realized that my left hand was actually handcuffed to a metal ring connected to the center console.

I thrashed against both of them, fighting as hard as I could until I used up every ounce of energy I had racked up in the time I was passed out, and fell back into a sleep.

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7 Hours Later -

I finally woke up again and I was in a pitch black bedroom on a giant king bed.

“Zoey, what did you get yourself into?” I whispered, shaking my head.

Slowly, I slipped off the bed and thankfully was able to stand strong on my own two feet. When I got over to the wall I was able to turn on the light, and I realized right where I was.

It appeared that I didn’t have the burden to choose whether I went back to Chris in the house, or went to find another place to live in.

I slipped out of my room, and quickly noticed that it was obviously in the middle of the night as the windows let in the light of the stars lightening up the black sky. I took a few minutes to look around the halls to try and remember where exactly I was.

Chris’s room was down the hall if I remembered correctly, which meant that his office was just a couple rooms over from the one I had been in. Quite frankly, that’s where I wanted to go.

Looking back and forth down the hall over and over again, I was finally convinced that it was safe to go and not run into anyone else. Bolting down the hall, I reached Chris’ office door and snuck in as quietly and as quickly as I could. The door shut behind me with a soft thud, and I took a deep sigh of relief.

I took no time to waste, and instantly started to dig around in his desk. A majority of the drawers were filled with boring paperwork, or even essays like mine about the dynamic, nothing of interest to me. I reached the bottom drawer, letting out a growl of frustration when I found it to be locked.

Damn, I had been so close.

A knock on the door caught my attention.

“Looking for this?” Chris said, leaning against the doorframe and shaking a set of keys in his hand.

My heart stopped for a second, as he seemed to all but stare deep down into my soul. He had a way of looking at you, and making you feel like he could read every secret you ever kept. It was unnerving to say the least.

“Yeah.” I whispered, standing up and backing up until my back hit the opposite wall.

My eyes followed him over to the desk where he unlocked the bottom drawer and pulled out a mask I knew all too well.

It was the mask of the man who I had been so intrigued and astonished by for so long.

He slid it over to the other side of the desk, and I immediately picked it up in my hands.

I gently ran my finger over all of the intricate lines that created beautiful markings on the mask, and so many memories came rushing to my mind. Memories of a much happier time in my life, happier because I had finally found someone who understood and accepted me wholeheartedly.

I took a step back as he walked over to me and sat on the corner of the desk.

“We really need to talk, Zoey.” He whispered.

I couldn’t have agreed more.

Notes

My apologies if this chapter is a little shorter or a little lacking, this chapter is far more of a transitional chapter, and the last two days I've been working on it I've come down with some gross icky summer flu or sickness that's made me just want to die.

I promise the next chapter will be longer and go into a lot more depth with the characters!

Thanks as always for bearing with me :)