They stared at each other in confusion and anger. Their breaths heaving in unison filling the strained silence.
This has to be a dream,
Alexa shook her head slightly,
a nightmare! This was defiantly a nightmare! Or hell!
She thought frantically a screaming pushing its way up her throat.
NO! NO! NO! I can't-I can't wake up the kids. Where's Nathan? Did he hurt Nathan to get to me? Oh God!
Bile rose from her stomach agitated by her anxiety.
What was he going to do to her?
Alexa closed her eyes trying to slow her racing heart and thoughts. She had to think. She couldn't panic. She opened her eyes expecting him to vanish, expecting this to be a cruel mind trick. Maybe even expecting Daniel and Clara to be jumping on her, trying to wake her to get breakfast.
She opened her eyes. No, no such luck. This nightmare was real.
What do I do?
Before she could finish asking herself the question, instinct finally kicked in. She started kicking and clawing, grunting in her efforts to break free from his vice-like grasp.
"Stop that shit," he shook her, his voice a low warning growl. Connor glanced up the stairs, hoping the noise they were making was just loud in his ears and not loud enough to wake the kids. Alexa couldn't stop, she had to get away, she had to get help. Connor shook her harder as her fighting became more erratic.
"Fuck!" He lost his grip on her twisting turning body. Alexa took her chance to flee. Adrenaline burned through her body, making her faster, making each sound in the house drowned out by the blood rushing in her ears.
"No!" She gasped when he grabbed her from behind one arm around her shoulders, the other going for her waist. She planted her feet on the ground, tensing her body. "Humph," she took the arm around her shoulders using his own strength and momentum against him, she flipped him over her shoulder. He landed with a loud thud on his back. She barely heard his struggling breath, but knew she knocked the wind out of him. She looked towards the door in desperation. She had to pass him to get to it. She couldn't think about it she just had to do run for it. She closed her eyes willing herself to move before he could make a move against her.
Connor was barely able to catch his breath before he felt Alexa moving passed him. His arm snaked out before he could think, grabbing her ankle making her fall. He dragged her to him as she kicked her leg trying to shake him off. "Let go!" He was on top of her. He couldn't get hold of her flying fists. She punched and kicked as he held his weight on her. She couldn't hear him telling her to calm down, that he wasn't going to hurt her.
He caught her arms holding them above her head, making sure he was as gentle as possible with her right arm. She was only hurting herself when she hit him. He knew while her adrenalin was high she probably wouldn't feel it, but later on he was sure she would.
"Let me go!" Connor lifted himself slightly, meeting her eyes. Her's were glazed over, he wasn't sure if it was him she was seeing. He struggled with his own roaring emotions. He tried to hold on to his anger, but something wasn't right about this. He shook the thought out of his head, though he couldn't shake the need for her to know that he wouldn't hurt her.
"Alexa, stop it. I won't hurt you." He made the attempt to let her go but she kept fighting. If he let her go she was going to hurt herself. Her body trembled underneath his, her eyes a wide and wild glassy green. The same green he saw in the garage when he grabbed her.
She didn't hear him the only sounds she heard was the pounding of her heart and the inner voice telling her to fight. She closed her eyes as memories mingled with the present, confusing and blurring her vision. "Get off me Marcus!" She wasn't with Connor anymore...
Was it the strange clinking that made her start to wake up? No, it was the cold stinging pinch in her arm that made her shift restlessly. Her right arm was above her head prickling and stinging. She tried to bring it down, but it was stuck and the harder she pulled the more it pinched and pulled. Her breathing quickened.
"What-"
"Hey Lexy you waking up?" Marcus' voice was a low whisper against her ear. She shivered, not the good shiver she always imagined she should have gotten, but a creepy alarming shiver warning her something wasn't right. He held her left hand, rubbing, kissing, caressing.
"My-my arm is stuck." She panted still pulling no longer caring about the metal cutting into skin.
"Relax Ally," he pulled her other hand towards the metal bed post. The cold of it shocking her skin making her finally pull it away.
"What are you doing?" she started slapping and hitting at him.
"What the fu-" He was about to stop but he caught on to her game. He almost believed she really didn't want to do this.
"Let me go, Marcus!" Realization dawning. She told him she wasn't into this. She barely liked sex let alone liked the idea of being handcuffed even less. The handcuff already attached was really tight. Angry tears fell as she started fighting him.
"Oh you wanna play like that?" He smiled getting turned on. He didn't know she'd play "defenseless" role so well. He asked her for months to try bondage, at first she just said no, then he kept asking and eventually they started fighting about it. He was about to give up, then he got the idea to try it anyway from Jennifer. She said that Alexa was just afraid to let her inner freak show. He needed something because as hot as Alexa was she was frigid. She didn't seem interested in him at all. He was almost sure she just started sleeping with him to shut him up.
He climbed on top of her and she fought harder, bucking wildly. "Relax-"
"Alexa," a pair of large rough hands cupped her face, thumbs scraping up and down her trial of tears. Her vision focused, returning back to the present.
"Calm down, just relax," Connor's voice was calm and steady even if the rest of him wasn't. He looked down at her, into her eyes. She didn't see him; she was somewhere else with someone else. She cried out, calling him Marcus. He held her shaking head firm; kissing her forehead. Letting her fists punch him, her legs kick him. Anything if she would just stop and see
him
. He could feel her body getting tired; her breathing was still heavy but more controlled.
Just after he told her to relax she sobbed, a soul wrenching cry that tore into his heart.
"I'm not going to hurt you," he whispered over and over against her forehead. He lifted himself up when her body went limp. Bile rose in his throat as she hugged her arm close, curling into the smallest ball she could manage. He watched helplessly as she regained a stumbling control over herself.
He didn't know what to do. That was something he couldn't afford. In his line of work he always had to know what to do, another example of how she was affecting him. She cupped herself, holding herself away from him, hiding her face as sobs shook her body. He took a step towards her, then backed away when she curled even tighter and cried even harder. He ran his hands through his hair, letting out long sigh.
