19. Emily

NINETEEN

EMILY

Now I knew sex was going to be amazing whenever it happened with White Eyes, but this was on a whole new level for me. Never, and I fucking mean never, have I had an orgasm hit me so hard.

I want to see his face even more now, I want to see his body, I want every part of him, because this man makes me feel like no other man has ever made me feel before.

I watch him pacing on the other side of his bike. If I could see his lips, I would think he was talking to himself.

"Stay here, and don't move. I'll be back," White Eyes tells me, and before I can ask him where he is going he walks off into the wood area to the side. How do I feel right now?

Cheap, because he walked away from me, or amazing because I just had the best sex ever.

Walking over to the side of the cliff, I sit down and take in the view. Gives me time to get myself ready to go back to a time I hate, a time I wish never happened.

The moment he comes back, I know he will be asking me to go back there.

I've been thinking a lot about the questions he's been asking me. What is he trying to get me to remember, even though I've told him I don't remember anything, he believes I do.

He hasn't told me what he has found out by speaking to the police officer I told him about, I don't even know if he has gone to talk to him.

The man is a bloody mystery, and I know when he does take the mask off he will be the same, unless it's with his brothers.

I close my eyes, take in a deep breath, relaxing my mind as much as I can, I need to focus.

Opening my eyes the second I smell a cigarette, knowing White Eyes is back with me. Slowly I turn my head to face him as I stare at his mouth, his mask just above his lips, as the cig hangs between his lips. Lips which were touching me only a few minutes ago.

"Whenever I need to clear my head, this is where I come. Something about the energy up here makes me calm, even if it's only for a few minutes," he tells me, and I look back out at the view, and I agree with him, there is something about being here which is nice and calming.

"What do you have to forget to come here?" I ask him, knowing he won't give me a straight answer.

"A lot," he takes a drag, then lets the smoke escape his mouth. "No more questions, I need you to think about the moment the man has his hand over your mouth, and your sister is thrown in the car. Close your eyes, and focus on the man's voice." I look at him for a moment, but he's looking out at the night sky.

I take in a few deep breaths, before closing my eyes, I need to build myself up to go back to the nightmare.

Slowly closing my eyes, I think back to both of us sitting on the grass as I drew in my drawing pad, and us both laughing. How my life was so perfect back then.

"You won't leave me will you?" Even I can hear the brokenness in my voice, the plea for him to keep me safe.

"No." For the first time I can hear a peaceness from him.

I smile remembering my sister telling me she wants me to have the tattoo she drew for me, and I place my hand on my chest, where I got the tattoo for her.

I see them, I let the memory play out in my head, until we get to the car. I need to focus, I need to look at the picture around me, listen to what they are saying.

"I can't breathe, his hand is over my mouth," I place my hand on white eye's leg just so I know I'm with him, and not really there by the car. "I can't scream for help."

"Listen to the men, focus on what they are saying." I hear him ask, and I try to listen.

"She's not part of the plan, we should-"

"She's seen our face, they will know what to do with her. We got the one they wanted."

My heart is pounding, I feel the beating like crazy, who wants my sister? Why do they want her?

"Eros will figure it out-"

"Get them in the car." The man throws me in the car, pulls out a knife and holds it to my waist as he sits next to me.

I wipe the tears away, as my breath is out of control, but I look out the window as we drive past my house, then look to the back seat where they put my sister.

"Cover her head." I try to fight but the man grabs my neck, tight, tightening his grip as I try to fight him.

"I can't breathe, I can't breath-"

"Open your eyes, I'm here, I'm right here," I hear him, but I still fight to breathe. "Emily, I'm right here with you." I open my eyes and see him standing in front of me.

"Eros, they say Eros will know what to do with me," I tell him, and his white eyes stare into mine. The tears build in them, and I can feel the first tear escape as I settle my breathing. "I wasn't part of the plan, they weren't there for me, they only wanted my sister." I push him away from me, shaking my head. "They only wanted her," I whisper to myself, and I look up at White Eyes as he stands tall.

"We have to leave," he tells me, and I don't know if he's pissed off or if he's just tired, because I still have no idea when he sleeps.

I give him a small nod, but I stay where I am for a moment, as I think back to the day everything changed.

Where did they take me?

Why am I here and not my sister?

Why am I stopping the memory?

I have questions, but only I have the answers to them, yet I don't. Until I don't know what happened to me once I got in the car, I can't do anything.

I slowly stand up, and see White Eyes on the phone. Walking over to the bike he hands me the helmet and continues the conversation.

"I'll ride by on my way back now...did he call? He knows he has to check in, are you going to the station? I'll drop her off, and come home for a bit, did you up the security?" Without another word he puts his phone into his pocket, and starts the bike, giving me a second to wrap my arms around him, he rides off.

And I know once he drops me back I won't be seeing him for the rest of the evening, and my stomach drops.

How can I be so hooked on a man when I've not even seen his face?

"Can you hear me?" I hear his voice in my helmet, and I reply, I can. "There is new security on your place, we have sensors on the window, we can't be there all the time, so we've had to change a few things."

"So I won't see you for a while?" I ask, but the words escape in a small whisper.

"When I'm not working or out in the mask, then one of us will be with you." He turns into a street, and slows down the bike, looking at the houses, as he gets to one he revs the bike a few times. "Come on." He tells himself, revving the bike again, not looking away from the house. "Flick the fucking light on Wes." He revs the bike again but this time for a little longer, and I finally feel his body relax a little when the light flicks on twice, and with that he rides off, back home.

I hear the ringing in my ear, and the second the person answers, White Eyes is talking.

"She has a helmet on, Wes is home, I'll be back in five." And the call goes dead. Leaning on my face on his back, I might as well be as close as I can for five minutes.