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I walk through the gardens outside Bamebridge Boarding School when I hear a scream come from the old barn. Everyone else is meant to be in class. I immediately run to the barn and find a tall man clutching at Daisy, a young student.“Hey! Don’t you dare hurt her.”The young man turnd to face me, and my heart sinks. His lips spread into an only too familiar smirk as his deep blue eyes graze over my body, taking in every part of me. He pushes his dark brown hair off his forehead with his free hand, still holding Daisy’s arm. My heart skips a beat, unnerved by the hungry look Tom gave me.“Well, it has been a long time, Miss Grey, hasn’t it?”“Don’t play with me, Tom, let her go.” His grip loosens and Daisy runs towards me, desperate to escape.“I wasn’t going to hurt her, she was just in the way,” Tom says as he looks down and kicks two bags of corn at his feet.“Daisy, go back to the house and tell everyone to lock the doors.”“What about you, Miss Grey?”“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine,” I reply, never breaking Tom’s gaze.As soon as Daisy leaves, Tom laughs bitterly, “Lock the doors? Are you really that scared of me?”Anger starts to cloud my vision. I can’t believe how selfish and ignorant he is. Does he not realise how much he hurt me when he left me five years ago, alone, with no-one? And now what has he done with himself – become one of the most feared vagabonds in the country, living on stolen goods and killing anyone who gets in the way?!“Are you serious? Fuck Tom, two people were killed by your group only a week ago in the next town over! Do you really have no clue how much fear you, and your so-called friends leave in your path?”Tom looks at his feet, shame painted plainly on his face. It startles me to see it. I know he left the life we had to escape reality, escape the loss of his father and the empty shell of a mother that remained after his father’s death. I told myself he left with those thieves because it was an exciting new start for him, one that I couldn’t and would never want to be a part of. But if he’s ashamed or unhappy, then why hasn’t he left?“I have never killed anyone Mya, I thought you would believe that I’m not capable of that” Tom mumbles before staring at me, the accusation and hurt in his eyes.“Right, but you stealing from families who will starve as a result of your visit is okay, is it? Worse than that, you watching someone get murdered without saying a word against it. You’re capable of that? Where is the line, Tom? Can you really blame me for thinking you would be capable of killing somebody? I don’t know who you are anymore!” As I talk, he shakes his head furiously, starting to pace in agitation, his hands clenching into fists of anger.“You don’t know what it’s like!” he shouts. “Within a year of leaving you, all I wanted was to come back, to have what we once had again. I would have done anything to come back to you. But you were engaged to that arsehole Christopher and I had to pay my debt to Donovan.”“What debt?”“Yes, now you ask what debt.” He stares outside the barn towards the green fields, his eyes sad and full of regret. “To join the group, Donovan makes you pledge to serve the group for as long as it takes to earn 500 points. You get 1 point for each item you Gölbaşı escort bayan steal and 5 for each enemy murdered, although everyone is the enemy these days, even children,” he mutters sadly, shaking his head. “It was meant to be a way for us to thank him for the opportunity to go on the road, become one of the group and to keep us alive. But I have never killed anyone and never will. That is why it is taking me so fucking long to get out of this! But I have 498 points, Mya, two more and then I’m free.”“And then what? Then where will you go?”He looks at his feet again. “Well… it wasn’t entirely a coincidence that I showed up where you work…” I stare at him in disbelief.“Are you insane? You think after how you left me and everything you have done with Donovan’s group that I would be able to let you back into my life again?” Now I start to pace, desperately trying to control the anger and the flood of tears that are threatening to break free. “Take the bags of corn and get those last two points. A friend of mine in Glasgow is looking for a stable boy, I can get you the job. I want you to leave and never come back again.” We stare at one another in silence.That isn’t true. Some part of me has always dreamt of this reunion, for Tom to beg to come back to me, to have that life we had five years ago. But the audacity to assume that I would have been waiting for him all of this time and that I would welcome him back into my life straight away after everything. I can’t do that to myself. I am stronger and have more respect for myself than that.Tom looks pale and sick, like I have crushed his last dream. “Mya, please just give me a chance. I promise you, I am not so far from the man you knew five years ago, he is still in here, I just need the chance to get away from this madness and find him again.”“You can do that in Glasgow. You don’t need me.” I turn on my heels and start to storm out of the barn but a rough, calloused hand grips my arm.“I’ll make a deal with you.” Tom whispers, his eyes desperate. “Spend one weekend with me and then I’ll leave and never see you again, if that is what you still want.”He wants a chance to explain himself, to try to reconnect. Maybe if I give him this time, it will help him see how serious I am. “What will we do in this weekend?” I question.He smirks, the playful young man I used to love coming to the surface, “Whatever I want to do.” His words are followed by his gaze travelling down my face to stare longingly at my lips. I swallow nervously, my breathing coming faster once more. How can I go from wanting to never see him again to considering spending a weekend with him? Memories fill my head: of us walking hand in hand through the markets, stealing kisses every chance we could get, long hot nights touching and kissing one another until we fell asleep exhausted. For those five years, we had everything. I turn away, feeling my cheeks heat up.Maybe one night wouldn’t be so bad?I turn to face him again, “I’ll give you 24 hours.” He nods. “And I can leave whenever I want to.”Tom’s smile spreads into a wide grin. “Of course.” He takes two steps forward, his hands gently clutching either side of my face as his lips collide Escort Keçiören with mine and he pushes my body backwards. My back slams against the barn wall with more force than I expect. I don’t have time to say anything as Tom’s tongue spreads my lips apart. His kisses are feverish and overwhelming but nostalgic and addictive at the same time.Hidden by shadows in the corner of the barn, my hands run up his back over his shirt and rest in his hair, desperately pulling him against me. “Tom…” I try to say breathlessly before my lips are enveloped by his again. “Tom… what are we… we doing?” I eventually get out. But I’m not committed to hearing the answer as his lips trail down my jawline to my neck and his hands roam down my back, massaging my ass through my dress before travelling round to my breasts. He lightly brushes my nipples with his thumbs, recalling exactly how to make me weak at the knees. I quickly grab his wrists. Breaking us out of the trance we were in before we go too far. He looks up at me and we both stare at one another, the silence filled with our heavy breathing. He presses his forehead against mine and closes his eyes, his hand moving gently to my hips to hold me.He nods slowly, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”“Me too,” I reply breathlessly, my eyes closed.“I’ll come pick you up tonight then?”“No, I don’t want anyone to see you. Send me where to go and I will meet you there at six o’clock.” I reply, pushing him away gently as I come back to my senses. ***I arrive at the large wooden doors to the boarding school and ring the doorbell. A small wooden panel at my eye level lifts up and Mr Moore’s nervous eyes blink at me. Immediately the doors are pulled open – “Oh thank goodness you’re okay Miss Grey! I was starting to think we would need to arrange a search party soon! How did you escape that scum?”I smile gratefully and step inside. “Thank you, Ryan. I can assure you that there was no need for a search party. The thief ran away with the corn bags as soon as Daisy left and I hid in the forest awhile to see if there were any others around. We seem to be safe now. I will go and rest in my room for the evening I think” I say, giving him a polite nod as I walk past him and up the stairs to my room.After two hours staring at my ceiling trying to comprehend what happened today, I am startled by a sharp knock on my door. I quickly rise to my feet, met at the door by Christopher, my ex-fiancée and the school’s postman. “Christopher…” I mutter in impatience.His lips flatten into a single line as he presents a large, rectangular, blue box held together by a red bow with a small note tied to the middle. “For you.”“You can keep your gifts to yourself” I reply and go to shut the door.“Mya, it isn’t from me, it was found outside the main door on the ground. Strange people you must be hanging out with these days, leaving secret parcels on the ground. I always knew you would go to the dogs after leaving me,” he annoyingly smirks.And with that I pull the box from his grasp and slam the door in his face. “Fucking prick,” I mutter under my breath, sitting down on my bed again. This is just another reason why I need to find myself a new job, Kızılay escort I think to myself. It had been one year now since Christopher ended our three year engagement. I wanted to focus my time, money and energy into furthering my career as a teacher instead of a wedding, house and children. Granted, I didn’t know it would take more than five years to do so but Christopher always said he was fully supportive of my dreams. Until he told me one day that at 27, I was too old to be his fiancée and he couldn’t wait any longer to get married and have kids. If I’m honest with myself, I have never been sure about having children anyway. I probably wouldn’t have been able to give him what he needed in a wife. He didn’t have to be such an arsehole about it though. I prise open the box and found two beautiful silk garments – all black lace. Butterflies rise in my stomach as I read the note attached to the ribbon:  “I remembered you talking about these years ago, wear them for me? 6 Saddlebrook Road  – Tom P.S. In case you were worried, I paid for them myself” I untie my dress from behind and let it fall to the ground, before removing my plain, well-worn underwear. The silk and lace make me feel beautiful again, strong and confident, matching my long, brown hair and blue eyes.He’s right. I have always wanted garments like these, but never wanted to spend my money on such frivolous things. How on earth did he afford these? I glance over at my bedside table and see the clock hands almost touching six! “God, I’m going to be late!” I think, hurriedly pulling my nicest dress over my head. He didn’t need to know that I was wearing the underwear he bought me, right? ***Within ten minutes, I’m standing in front of a black gate with 6 Saddlebrook Road signposted on the front door behind it. My heart starts to race. What am I doing? I could tell him that I don’t want anything to do with him, that I want him to leave me be and move on without me. But do I want that? Today has scrambled my thoughts, dreams, hopes and fears.I don’t know what I want any more.Before I have the chance to unlock the gate, the oak front door is pulled open revealing Tom, grinning. He tucks his hands in his pockets and leans against the door frame, clearly amused.“Are you going to stare at the gate all day?”I glare at him, push the gate open and walk past him into a small cottage.“I have many questions,” I reply.“Okay, hit me,” he prompts as he closes the front door and leads me into a small room. To the left is a stove and kitchen, to the right a fireplace is roaring on the far wall, two couches nestled opposite each other, against the other two walls with a table in between.I lie down on one couch forcing him to sit opposite me. “Why do you have a place to live if you were until today, part of Donovan’s crew and how can you afford expensive underwear?”He smirks at the second question. “Ah you got my gift then? Did you like it? Are you wearing them?” His gaze travels down my body.“Will you just answer me?” I reply, struggling to keep a smile off my lips.Tom sighs quietly, his eyes returning to mine, “Donovan likes to stay in a town for a few weeks at a time. I knew that at the end of this trip I would be done and I wouldn’t want to sign on for another round. So, when we arrived, I found a place I could go after I left the group. I have managed to save up a decent amount of money –““You mean money you have stolen,” I reply coldly.“Not always,” he pauses. We deliver correspondence as well, and our clients would pay well if we were discreet.”

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