"My Home" 16/?
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Gigi
Cold gray eyes glared relentlessly at the darkened apartment window. The rain had yet to let up, but he did not move. He couldn’t feel the cold… only his anger. A dark pounding hatred which kept him warm, ablaze.
She was his. He had waited. He had followed. He was disgusted, enraged. She let some detective bitch touch her…defile her with her hands and eyes. She was his.
He had watched them walking in the rain, hands everywhere. He watched them enter the apartment…the lights never went on. How could his love do this to him? His blond angel had betrayed his trust, forsaken their love. Shaking his head he came to his senses. It wasn’t his love’s fault. It was the brunette detective’s fault. She was a siren…luring his love away from him.
She had taken her away from Washington. He had to flee in order to keep up; he knew where they were going. For some reason his girl loved this city. He only saw waste and greed…but she spoke of it in her sleep. And of this woman. Liv. He remembered now. Late at night she would mumble her name…never his. He tried to beat the inclination out of her, but every time her body shut down it was always her.
He knew he could never win her heart until she was disposed of. Even after he had used pigtails against her. So although it broke his heart, he let her go. Well he let her stumble away…he laughed at the memory. Oh she was weak from the pleasure of being taken.
He had to be meticulous. He had to be careful…cunning. It was going to be difficult to get to the detective. His woman was smart…she would catch on if he wasn’t careful. She knew he would try and find her. His cigarette had burned down to the butt and was now blistering his fingers. Flicking it absentmindedly to the ground he turned away; step one was about to begin.
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Soft. Warm. Dark. Alex could feel the veil of sleep slowly being lifted off of her. She snuggled deeper into her pillow in an attempt to thwart consciousness. Alas it was to no avail. This awareness did have its advantages; she was suddenly aware that her pillow was moving. One eyes opened slowly to investigate.
Liv. She remembered now. Wow. What an evening. Olivia looked so peaceful when she slept. Alex kept her head on Liv’s chest but opened both eyes. Olivia’s features were relaxed and unguarded. Her hair was fanned out on the pillow around her. Their legs were intertwined amidst an array of sheets. She didn’t want to move. She wanted to stay in Liv’s arms and be at peace, but she was awake now. Turning her head to look out the window she estimated that it must be around 6 am.
Olivia would be wanting to get up, but Alex didn’t have the heart to wake her. Instead she carefully untangled herself from her lover and got up from the bed. Her limbs were sore. Everywhere was sore, and she was now sporting an impressive display of hickeys across her neck and chest. Alex stretched and grabbed a robe from the dresser.
She settled down by the window and continued to watch the rain fall. If it continued much longer it would start to flood. For a split second Alex wondered about how the heating in her apartment always malfunctioned when it flooded…only to realize…she didn’t have an apartment.
The glass was cold against her forehead; the day looked grim. She had personally loved the rain, but some days you could just tell. It was an ominous feeling that reverberated down to the bone. The storm was coming so to speak.
A loud ringing sounded throughout the small loft. She could scarcely hear Olivia bolting up and answering it. Probably work…someone else had met some terrible fate or abuse. She wished it would shock her. She wished she could be appalled and disturbed; the fact that she accepted it was far more unsettling. She remembered the first time she looked at crime scene photos without reacting. She was so horrified with her lack of response that she went home and drank an entire bottle of wine. Only when she felt the world spinning did she stop.
A few loud bangs and rustling echoed from the bedroom. Liv bolted out half dressed, fighting to get her blouse buttoned. Alex opened her mouth to say something but stopped immediately as she saw the look on Olivia’s face. Sometimes she hated to always be right. Liv looked up; her eyes were glazed over with tears; her face frozen in panic.
“Eliot’s been shot.”
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Gigi
Cold gray eyes glared relentlessly at the darkened apartment window. The rain had yet to let up, but he did not move. He couldn’t feel the cold… only his anger. A dark pounding hatred which kept him warm, ablaze.
She was his. He had waited. He had followed. He was disgusted, enraged. She let some detective bitch touch her…defile her with her hands and eyes. She was his.
He had watched them walking in the rain, hands everywhere. He watched them enter the apartment…the lights never went on. How could his love do this to him? His blond angel had betrayed his trust, forsaken their love. Shaking his head he came to his senses. It wasn’t his love’s fault. It was the brunette detective’s fault. She was a siren…luring his love away from him.
She had taken her away from Washington. He had to flee in order to keep up; he knew where they were going. For some reason his girl loved this city. He only saw waste and greed…but she spoke of it in her sleep. And of this woman. Liv. He remembered now. Late at night she would mumble her name…never his. He tried to beat the inclination out of her, but every time her body shut down it was always her.
He knew he could never win her heart until she was disposed of. Even after he had used pigtails against her. So although it broke his heart, he let her go. Well he let her stumble away…he laughed at the memory. Oh she was weak from the pleasure of being taken.
He had to be meticulous. He had to be careful…cunning. It was going to be difficult to get to the detective. His woman was smart…she would catch on if he wasn’t careful. She knew he would try and find her. His cigarette had burned down to the butt and was now blistering his fingers. Flicking it absentmindedly to the ground he turned away; step one was about to begin.
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Soft. Warm. Dark. Alex could feel the veil of sleep slowly being lifted off of her. She snuggled deeper into her pillow in an attempt to thwart consciousness. Alas it was to no avail. This awareness did have its advantages; she was suddenly aware that her pillow was moving. One eyes opened slowly to investigate.
Liv. She remembered now. Wow. What an evening. Olivia looked so peaceful when she slept. Alex kept her head on Liv’s chest but opened both eyes. Olivia’s features were relaxed and unguarded. Her hair was fanned out on the pillow around her. Their legs were intertwined amidst an array of sheets. She didn’t want to move. She wanted to stay in Liv’s arms and be at peace, but she was awake now. Turning her head to look out the window she estimated that it must be around 6 am.
Olivia would be wanting to get up, but Alex didn’t have the heart to wake her. Instead she carefully untangled herself from her lover and got up from the bed. Her limbs were sore. Everywhere was sore, and she was now sporting an impressive display of hickeys across her neck and chest. Alex stretched and grabbed a robe from the dresser.
She settled down by the window and continued to watch the rain fall. If it continued much longer it would start to flood. For a split second Alex wondered about how the heating in her apartment always malfunctioned when it flooded…only to realize…she didn’t have an apartment.
The glass was cold against her forehead; the day looked grim. She had personally loved the rain, but some days you could just tell. It was an ominous feeling that reverberated down to the bone. The storm was coming so to speak.
A loud ringing sounded throughout the small loft. She could scarcely hear Olivia bolting up and answering it. Probably work…someone else had met some terrible fate or abuse. She wished it would shock her. She wished she could be appalled and disturbed; the fact that she accepted it was far more unsettling. She remembered the first time she looked at crime scene photos without reacting. She was so horrified with her lack of response that she went home and drank an entire bottle of wine. Only when she felt the world spinning did she stop.
A few loud bangs and rustling echoed from the bedroom. Liv bolted out half dressed, fighting to get her blouse buttoned. Alex opened her mouth to say something but stopped immediately as she saw the look on Olivia’s face. Sometimes she hated to always be right. Liv looked up; her eyes were glazed over with tears; her face frozen in panic.
“Eliot’s been shot.”
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