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“Can’t you call Curt? Seriously call. My. Phone! It’s easy pick up the cell and dial, then ask me if you
can come over and get some shit!” My hands are now on my hips and I’m getting red in the face. As usual Curt looks past me and everything I just said.
Mother fucker! He just ignored your request Addy. What a prick! This is your house dammit, put your foot down! “CURT!”
He looks up, and now I have his attention.

“What? WHAT ADDISON! What do you want? For me to
call,
” he finger quotes. “And ask to come over? I don’t fucking think so. I haven’t signed anything yet and I have a right to
EVERYTHING
in this house.” He looks up and down my body and a sneer comes across his face. Before I have a chance to tell him to get the fuck out, he is in my face and my body is shoved up against the garage wall; one arm across my collar bone and his hand holding my shoulders in place and his other hand has my chin in a vice grip. It’s then the smell hits me: whisky. I know this Curt. He will take what he wants and not think twice if it’s welcome or not.
Think Addy, THINK…this is angry drunk Curt, getting pissy will make it worse.
In my most sincere scared voice I plead.

“Curt, please let me go.
You can come and get whatever you want, and when you want to. I promise not to be a bitch. Okay?” My heart is racing and my stomach is turning.

“Really Addy, anything I want?”
He tilts his head and leans into my ear pressing his body completely into mine so I can’t move; he nibbles on my ear and runs his tongue down my neck. “God, it’s been so long since I have had you. Your body is sooo soft and plush.”

A tear is now sliding down my face and I am terrified where this is leading; it has happened before. Now he’s let go of my shoulder blade and his arm is wrapped around my waist and his hand is running up my shirt.
This can’t be happening, Oh.My.God, not again! No! I can’t, no more Addy! Fight, fight for yourself!
His body is still pressed into mine but he has relaxed a bit.
Now Addy! Do it now!
I shift my body a tiny bit so my legs have shifted enough so I can get them in place. I breathe in and out while his hands start to roam and I feel the bile come up my throat. As I start to bring my knee up he slams my body into the garage wall with such a force it makes my body scream out in pain. My back is burning and I feel the slap across my face.

“You BITCH!” he screams. “You said I could have anything,
ANYTHING ADDY!! That means you! You will always be mine!”

I can taste the blood in my mouth and I start
sobbing, but I don’t apologize. In fact I stand up for myself. This might place me in the hospital but right now I just don’t give a shit.

“FUCK YOU CURT! I HATE YOU!! I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!” I scream louder than I have in my life and my throat burns. I see the fist coming and I duck to miss it. His fist slams into the drywall of the garage.

“FUUUUUCK!!!” he roars.

I dodge to the right and he is holding his hand in between his legs. I know I need to get to the neighbors so they can call the police but my vision is blurry and when I start to run out of the garage I get pulled back by my hair.

“Get back here bitch! We are not even close to being done!” Curt spits out.

I push him away with all my strength and stumble backwards I see the blood on my shirt from his hand, and
that’s when I hear it; the roar of the motorcycles in the distance. In that instant I look right at Curt and start laughing.

“You find this funny bitch? You are going to be begging me to stop!” He sneers. I look right at him

“Go fuck yourself Curt, you will never have me again, EVER! Oh, and I hope you like being called Nancy.” It happened so fast I didn’t even see the fist, but I did hear Michael and Jess.

“ADDY, ADDY, ADDY!! OH, MY, GOD! You are bleeding!” Jess is picking my head off the garage floor and cradles me. I feel her tears fall on my face.

“I’m ok now that you are here.” I sob.

“YOU MOTHER FUCKER! I WILL KILL YOU!”

I look up through my non swollen eye and watch as Michael, with one punch, knocks Curt out cold. In that moment I know that I truly love Michael. I feel his warm arms picking me off the garage floor and whisper, “You are safe now my beautiful girl.” And he kisses my head. I feel myself being lowered onto the bed and Michael and Jess are barking orders out to people. I am suddenly tired and Michael is talking to me to keep me awake. I feel something cold being pressed on my forehead and Jess is still crying.

“Don’t cry, Jess, I will be ok.” I slur out, Jess leans down on the bed.

“You are lucky that I am a stickler for time. If I was late all the time like you are…this might be a different story.” Her voice trails off and I grab her hand and give it a squeeze.

“Where is my
Britty?” I ask. I suddenly realize I don’t feel Michael and try to sit up, but as soon as I do it’s lights out for me.

I wake up to a humming sound and Michael’s head on the side of the bed. I realize I am in the hospital and try to sit up. Michael wakes up.

“No moving Addy, Doctor’s orders.” He runs his hand down my face gently and a pained expression is on his. He leans down so his head is close to my ear. “He will never hurt you again, I swear to you. I will protect you Addison, always.” His voice stern with conviction as he kisses the top of my head and I see a tear slide down his face. I place my hands on each side of his face and wipe his tear away.

“I love you Michael Simon Crestmoore. I am sorry I have hurt you, please forgive me.” Michael looks at me with a small smile on his face and tilts his head.

“My beautiful girl, stop apologizing. There is no need for that.” I pull his face to mine to give him a kiss, but he stops me. “No, No, my girl, remember what I said about the kiss?” He is smiling so his dimples are showing.
Oh Michael, you beautiful, beautiful tease!

“But I am injured, can’t you just give me one little peck?” I playfully tease.

“Nope, like I said before Addy, after I have done things to you.” He winks at me, like that makes me feel better; ok it does a little.

“Crap what time is it?” My head is starting to pound. Michael takes my hand.

“It’s three in the morning love, and before you ask, yes your mom and dad, Jess and Rissa have all been here today. Well, technically yesterday.”

“Today? How long have I been here?” I asked getting panicked. Michael squeezes my hand.

“This is going on day three.”

I take a long breath, “Can I get some ibuprofen? My head is fucking killing me.”

Michael chuckles, “Of course love, the nurse will be in soon to ask you some questions since you are awake. Addy, I’m just letting you know this. When you are cleared to go home, I will take you to your house. You are going to get some things and then you will be staying with your parents. This way Susan can get off my arse about you being home alone.”

I start laughing and stop right away the pain sears through my body and I moan. “Oh.My.God! That hurts!”

“Yes, love, it’s going to hurt. You had a few ribs bruised and a slight concussion.” Michael looks at me with a grave look on his face. “I wanted to kill him Addy. I pulled in right when he punched you in the face.” Michael squeezes his eyes shut and tightens his lips. “And I would have if Skyler wasn’t there holding me back.” He looks back at me like a man on a mission “I love you Addison Mire Baxter, I have since I moved here, and now that I have heard those same words from you; nothing will keep me from keeping you safe. No one will ever hurt you again.” He bends down and gently kisses my cheek and then the top of my head.

Through my tears I sputter, “Still no real kiss then, huh?”

He sits up and laughs out loud and then brings his face close to mine nose to nose. “Sorry my lovely. I want our first kiss to be the last first kiss you give anyone.” And he kisses the end of my nose.

You beautiful British man, you and your dimples, GAH!

“Britty, you better get me some damn ibuprofen or I will tell Susan that you are a shit caretaker.”

He laughs even louder and his dimples are shining through now. He looks at me and smiles “Somehow I think Susan will know better than that. Yes?” He winks at me again as he gets up to walk out the door. He’s right. My mom would take his side, I don’t blame her though.

Perfect hair, perfect smile, and perfect ass! Oh.My.God, yes Addy his ass is perfect.
Inner voice shut it!

Chapter 14

 

A day
later I was cleared to go home, pain prescription in hand. Michael showed up and became my pack mule to take all the flowers and goodies people had brought over the few days I was there. As we were pulling away from the hospital, I was so thankful for Michael being in my life. Michael grabs my hand and brings it up to his soft lips to kiss it. “Thank You Britty, you have no idea what this means to me…you being here.” My voice trails off and I start to choke up. Michael squeezes my hand.

“My beautiful girl, don’t cry, I am here for you always. I will never fail you Addy, I promise you that.” He kisses my hand again and winks at me, and my insides melt. I look out the window of his black Acura RLX and feel safe and now sleepy.

I start to doze and just before I am snoring in his presence, we pull in my driveway. “Hey sleepyhead.” Michael kisses my forehead. “We are here.” I sit up and stretch like a cat arching my back and a low moan escapes my mouth. I look over at Michael and his hazel eyes are now dark green staring at me.

“What?” I ask
. Michael moves closer to me so his body is leaning across the console of the car.

“That sound Addy, plus your stretching, just made my trousers jump. Now I am a gentleman but the next time I hear that sound out of your mouth it will be from me being buried deep in you.” I just stare at him, and three things happened all at once; my mouth was hanging open, my crotch just melted and now my breathing sounds like I am having an asthma attack. I get my bearing
s back and swallow hard.
Mr. Crestmoore you have no idea who you are dealing with.

“Well before you-how did you put it
? Are buried deep inside me, I will get a kiss. If I don’t, the only thing you will be burying will be your pride in the back yard.” A smile as wide as Texas spreads across his face.

“I accept your challenge
, beautiful.” He boasts.

“Well, have fun losing Mr. Crestmoore.” I sass back.

I go into the house and start to grab things that I will need over the next few days at my parents as Michael places my flowers on the table. “Addy, I don’t want to bring up the incident with the knobhead, but, has he always had a drinking problem?” Michael looks at me with soft concerned eyes.

“Not at first. He did drink, mostly on the weekends. It wasn’t until I found out about the first affair that it became more of a nightly practice.” Michael’s face set in a hard line as he looked at the floor and tapped his fingers on the table.

“I want to ask how many times, but, I can’t. I cannot bear myself to think that you have been tossed aside like some common tart for years. But that’s what happened, wasn’t it?” I take a deep breath, and look past him to the sliding glass door

“I fell out of love years ago, between the revolving door of women, the booze,
lies and arguing I lost myself, I only had my sweet Autum.” I sigh heavily. “She was my priority.” I walk over to the sliding glass doors that lead out to the deck and stare out onto my beautiful yard, so lush and green and my Lilac trees in full bloom, swaying in the wind with their bright purple fragrant blooms. “Every day I was on auto pilot, I knew what I had to do to keep things in order and keep Autum out of the line of fire.”

Michael slides up behind me and wraps his warm arms around my waist. “My darling Addy, you are my brave
, beautiful girl. Every time I would see you I wanted to hug you. I thought you looked so sad. I wanted to see if my hug would bring that smile I remember back.” I close my eyes and lean my head against his chest, his earthy smell fills my mind of days that I would see Michael every day.

“I remember those days. You were my Britty and you always had a kind word to say. Even when I was in no bra and bed hair, not fit to be seen in public but you pretended not to care.” I smile at that memory and giggle.

“Oh, you had dreadful bed hair, and horrible morning breath. I did care. Why do you think I always offered you a mint?” I can feel his smile as he talks. “I have always been your Britty, Addison, even when I was married to Colette; I was yours.”

I shake my head and he comes around to face me, his arms still around my waist. “Slutty Frenchy.” I say indignantly. Michael laughs out loud and looks at me.

“Yes. Slutty Frenchy indeed. I just never knew you had such strong feelings for her.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me.

I step back away from him “Are you serious? I hated that bitch! I wanted to strangle her every time she opened her mouth to order you around, ‘
oh. Mik-ael, caz youz plesaze getz me a drink, I’mz zo parched’
.” Michael is laughing so hard now he has tears in his eyes and is doubled over on the table.

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