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Authors: Lynch Marti, Elena M. Reyes
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Alone.
Those were the dominant feelings that consumed me. Something that since the day we met, I’d been able to skirt around. They loomed around the edges of my consciousness, but up until recently, my relationship with him had always pushed them away.
His attentive nature and beautiful smiles were the best medicine for my chaotic mind. Quieted the voices at the back of my mind that told me I wasn’t meant to be happy. It helped me cope with those monsters that lurked—loomed, over me and tried to dissect my fragile mind.
Pulling up outside his shop, I put the car in park and got out. Looking up at the sign on the door that claimed the parlor was closed, I was caught off guard. How the fuck did I get here? Was I so consumed by my thoughts that I drove here on pure instinct?
The last hour had been a blur to me. All I knew was that I needed to get here, and the rest was unimportant.
I was on autopilot. Felt off.
It was early morning, and the sun had just begun to rise over the Miami skyline. Very few people were out of bed in this part of town. Just him and I. Perfect.
“I’ve missed you, baby.” I sighed while making my way around back. The closer to his door I got, the easier I breathed. My body dragged on slowly, yet my steps were determined. Talan was close, I could feel it. “Never again will we be apart.”
Muscles protesting, I raised my hand and knocked. That simple action hurt. Physically, the exertion I’d gone through the day before had returned, manifesting itself within my bones.
The feeling could only be compared to the day after an extreme workout. Extreme soreness accompanied by pain throughout. Talan was worth every second of discomfort, though. I’d relive yesterday a thousand times if at the end I got him.
A few minutes had passed since I knocked, and nothing. No noise alerting me to his presence. Maybe he was inside the storage room ordering supplies.
Turning the knob, I found it unlocked. Talan never left his shop unattended; he was either getting coffee down the street, or one of the boys had fucked up. If they did, there would be hell to pay.
The man was glorious when angered.
Instead of waiting around for him, I walked inside and straight toward the supply room.
“What the fuck…” Organized was how I found it. This wasn’t how I left it; my chaotic mess made sense—this didn’t. Not a single box out of place, all facing forward, and color coded. A handheld contraption was placed on a shelf with a clipboard hung off to the side. “Fucking bitch.”
This was my domain. I’d put this entire store in the specific order that made the most sense to me. The boys—Talan included—never cared for the state in which this room was kept.
My eyes twitched while I surveyed the room. They’d erased me from the shop.
I stomped out of the supply room and toward the reception area. Coming into what used to be my space, a painful wail escaped me. This area was worse than the last. Hurt more.
My pictures were gone.
Cup full of pens was missing.
The beanie babies I’d collected since I started vanished. I’d been eradicated from the one place I called home.
Rage clouded my mind as I took it all in. My hands shook with the need to destroy this fucking place and show him what my wrath was capable of making me do. How easily I could come in and take without any repercussions.
He loved her, and as God is my witness, he would pay for my rejection. They all would, and my revenge would begin with her.
Instead of showing my hand just yet, I turned around and left. I was almost to the door when the idea to steal his portfolio came to mind. I’d let him know it was me, taunt him with the destruction of his life’s work, and force him to seek me out.
Wanted his cock in exchange for his precious book, one night to change his mind and prove to him that I was what he needed.
“Even if I have to force you, Talan, you will be mine. I have no shame when it comes to securing the peace you
Those were the dominant feelings that consumed me. Something that since the day we met, I’d been able to skirt around. They loomed around the edges of my consciousness, but up until recently, my relationship with him had always pushed them away.
His attentive nature and beautiful smiles were the best medicine for my chaotic mind. Quieted the voices at the back of my mind that told me I wasn’t meant to be happy. It helped me cope with those monsters that lurked—loomed, over me and tried to dissect my fragile mind.
Pulling up outside his shop, I put the car in park and got out. Looking up at the sign on the door that claimed the parlor was closed, I was caught off guard. How the fuck did I get here? Was I so consumed by my thoughts that I drove here on pure instinct?
The last hour had been a blur to me. All I knew was that I needed to get here, and the rest was unimportant.
I was on autopilot. Felt off.
It was early morning, and the sun had just begun to rise over the Miami skyline. Very few people were out of bed in this part of town. Just him and I. Perfect.
“I’ve missed you, baby.” I sighed while making my way around back. The closer to his door I got, the easier I breathed. My body dragged on slowly, yet my steps were determined. Talan was close, I could feel it. “Never again will we be apart.”
Muscles protesting, I raised my hand and knocked. That simple action hurt. Physically, the exertion I’d gone through the day before had returned, manifesting itself within my bones.
The feeling could only be compared to the day after an extreme workout. Extreme soreness accompanied by pain throughout. Talan was worth every second of discomfort, though. I’d relive yesterday a thousand times if at the end I got him.
A few minutes had passed since I knocked, and nothing. No noise alerting me to his presence. Maybe he was inside the storage room ordering supplies.
Turning the knob, I found it unlocked. Talan never left his shop unattended; he was either getting coffee down the street, or one of the boys had fucked up. If they did, there would be hell to pay.
The man was glorious when angered.
Instead of waiting around for him, I walked inside and straight toward the supply room.
“What the fuck…” Organized was how I found it. This wasn’t how I left it; my chaotic mess made sense—this didn’t. Not a single box out of place, all facing forward, and color coded. A handheld contraption was placed on a shelf with a clipboard hung off to the side. “Fucking bitch.”
This was my domain. I’d put this entire store in the specific order that made the most sense to me. The boys—Talan included—never cared for the state in which this room was kept.
My eyes twitched while I surveyed the room. They’d erased me from the shop.
I stomped out of the supply room and toward the reception area. Coming into what used to be my space, a painful wail escaped me. This area was worse than the last. Hurt more.
My pictures were gone.
Cup full of pens was missing.
The beanie babies I’d collected since I started vanished. I’d been eradicated from the one place I called home.
Rage clouded my mind as I took it all in. My hands shook with the need to destroy this fucking place and show him what my wrath was capable of making me do. How easily I could come in and take without any repercussions.
He loved her, and as God is my witness, he would pay for my rejection. They all would, and my revenge would begin with her.
Instead of showing my hand just yet, I turned around and left. I was almost to the door when the idea to steal his portfolio came to mind. I’d let him know it was me, taunt him with the destruction of his life’s work, and force him to seek me out.
Wanted his cock in exchange for his precious book, one night to change his mind and prove to him that I was what he needed.
“Even if I have to force you, Talan, you will be mine. I have no shame when it comes to securing the peace you
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