Danger Hold You To Me (pt1.2)

The cats act differently now too. Instead of purring and cuddling, they hiss and hide away in the basement. Maybe they are angry that we had to board up all the windows. Maybe they do not like him anymore, can they tell the difference? I think so. They still (reluctantly) come to me when I feed them, but they do not let me hold them or rub noses with them anymore. I hope it’s the windows.

It has now been two full weeks.

He has been distant. I am no longer sure that he is even the same person. Can I love someone who is no longer there?

Danger Holds You To Me (pt1.0)

He was supposed to be home hours ago.

Why don’t we have cell phones? I could call him, see where he is.

Don’t be silly. He’ll be here soon.

Maybe I’ll just take my bike out, take the route he takes.

What if he’s injured.

Oh god.

Don’t be silly. He’ll be here soon.

Be here soon.

Danger Holds You To Me (pt.0)

Forward

This could be a fairy tale. One of those ones, where the girl goes through hardship, and struggle only to be rewarded in the end with a prince and happiness. Or maybe one of those fairy tales that end in the (not so innocent) young woman turning into sea-foam, or eaten by the big bad wolf. The morning does not always bring comfort. In reality, most fairy tales do not have happy endings, I mean why would any girl marry some guy just because he came along and raped her in her sleep?