Part 20 (1/2)

”I didn't tell her anything. I swear.”

Dawson sat up and turned the lamp on, trying to get me coherent enough to realize that I was safe with him.

I crawled into his arms, and he embraced me. I couldn't for the life of me figure out why he wanted me.

Would it always be this way? Would I always be the broken one?

”Tell me about your dream,” he requested, holding me tight and placing soft kisses to my forehead.

”It wasn't a dream. It was a nightmare.”

”Tell me about it.”

”I did. I told him every last detail, and then some. I never got to finish my dream before Dawson woke me up.

I told him about how after he dragged me from the bathroom he made me squat on a rather large d.i.l.d.o that he had lubed up for me. I wasn't allowed to sit on it. I had to hold myself up while he sat on the bed and watched. When my legs finally gave out, and I plopped to the bed he removed the foreign object and replaced it with himself.

Once he was spent he picked up the phone and called Rebecca. It was almost two in the morning. I couldn't believe that he expected her to be at his beck and call whenever he wanted her.

”Morgan's going to need an icepack,” he said, but I wasn't sure why he cared about my black eye. He didn't care when he was giving it to me.

I started to get under the blankets to cover myself before she came in.

”Did I tell you to move?” he asked. I froze.

”Lay down,” he demanded.

I lay down and crossed my ankles.

”Spread your legs. You want to humiliate me? I'll show you humiliation.”

I was mortified, enough so that a tear did escape from the corner of my right eye when I heard the tap on the door. I lay there spread eagle while Rebecca brought me the icepack. She only looked at my face and smiled a warm smile as she placed it on my eye. I flinched from the pain.

”Riley. Please tell me that was only a nightmare and didn't really happen,” Dawson begged, but he knew.

Now he not only wanted to kill Drew he added Derik to his. .h.i.t list too.

”It did happen, Dawson, and so much more. I am never going to be whole.”

”What is his last name?”

”You know that I'm not going to tell you that. I don't want you to do anything. Please,” I pleaded.

”Don't you want that son of a b.i.t.c.h to pay for what he did to you?”

”No. I just want to forget that he ever existed.”

”Is he a good looking man?”

I rose up to give him a stressed look. ”What the h.e.l.l does that have to do with anything?”

”I'm just trying to figure out why, if he is so rich and powerful, why he would come to a poor town in West Virginia to marry you?”

I relaxed and lay back to his chest. ”He is very handsome. I've asked myself that same question a million times.”

I finally dozed back off. Dawson never let go of the hold he had on me.

When I woke, Dawson was still holding me. He was never still in bed when I woke up. He was an early riser too, not quite as bad as Lauren, but he was still normally up before me.

I looked up and he was wide awake, staring pitiful glares through me. He opened his hand palm side up, and I placed mine in his. He kissed me on top of the head as I lay back to his chest.

”What are you thinking about?” I asked. I knew what he was thinking about, and I wished I would have kept my past in the past and not shared my horrific nightmare.

”You,” he quietly said, kissing me again.

”About how pathetic I am?”

”Not at all, I was thinking about how much I loved you, and how I wished I could take all of this away from you.”

I snorted. n.o.body could take it away. Drew had taken it all, and although I hated to admit it. He still controlled me. It wasn't as much as when I first left. It seemed like every time that I was happy, and things were going exceptionally well for me was when he decided to haunt me. Why? I didn't know. I guess the subconscious is just one of those mysteries that you just never figure out.

”Why did your wife leave you, Dawson?” I asked for some reason. I never asked about his past. I guess it was just another one of my hang-ups. I was never allowed to ask questions, and it was always no concern of mine.

He snorted next. I a.s.sumed he was thinking about how crazy I was.

”I met her at the police academy. I knew I wanted to stay here and take over once my father retired. She was from Chicago and couldn't get used to the small town. She needed more action than Misty Bay could give her.”

”Your wife was a cop too?” I asked. I never knew that. I had seen a picture at his house once of a graduating cla.s.s, and I a.s.sumed one of the two females was her, but had no idea that she was an officer. I was shocked that Lauren never mentioned it. Not that she was much on gossip, but she would answer my questions. I guess I never asked what his wife did.

”Yes, she was a cop or is, I should say. She went back home to Chicago after one year here. Her dad was also a cop, so she knew that there was more action than writing parking tickets in some small hick town.”

”I like this small hick town,” I smiled up at him.

He carried a heavy heart. I could see it in his eyes.

”I need for you to talk to me, Ry.”

”I'm not telling you who he is, Dawson,” I a.s.sured him.

”Then don't, but I need some answers.”

I took a deep breath. I owed it to him. There was nothing that I could tell him that would scare him away. If he was going to run, he would have done it before now.

”What do you want to know?” I asked, turning back to lie on his chest. It was easier not to look at him when I talked about my past. I didn't want to see the disgust on his face.

”How did you spend your days there?”

”Most days were good. He traveled a lot, so I spent most of my time either alone or with Rebecca.”

”Tell me about Rebecca. She knew. She knew that you were there against your will. Why didn't she help you?”