After my first attempt of escaping hell, I decided to let things cool off between Carson and I before trying anything again. In the meantime, I acted "normal." I catered to Carson's desires -- reciprocating his "I love you's," giving him his shower sex in the mornings before school, and submitting to his random, painful anal fucks.
But after a solid week of continuously giving in, I didn't know how much longer I could put up with it. I knew that I was near a breaking point, and all it would take was one gentle tap to set me off. On Friday evening, after he came back from a particularly stressful day of work, Carson told me that we needed to talk. Nothing good could come from those words... especially when those words came from my captor.
He allowed me upstairs and ordered me to take a seat on the living room couch. I tried to cover my half-naked body with a pillow, but Carson barked for me to stop fidgeting. I quickly snapped my focus on Carson and tore my hands away from the pillow. Staring at him with curious eyes, I waited for him to speak. He seemed almost uncomfortable. Just sitting across from me, hands crossed, lips pursed. What the hell was he going to say? The suspense was killing me, and my heart thudded in my rib cage. I wanted to tell him to "Please, hurry up. Tell me what's on your mind." But I knew that I wasn't in any sort of position to make demands. So, I waited.
Carson started off calmly. "Maddy, love. This past week has been kind of strange for the both of us. And I think that we both can say why that's the case." He gave me a look, and I dropped my gaze. Flickering my eyes back to meet his, he remained stone-cold. "But I want to forget about what happened. As much as we can, of course. Don't you think that would be a fantastic idea?"
When I didn't say anything, Carson said through clenched teeth, "Love, that wasn't a rhetorical question."
I answered quickly this time. "Yes, a fantastic idea. Let's forget all about it. Is that all?"
"No."
I raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
"Maddy, I was pretty hurt that you would try to run away from me. But perhaps it's because I haven't been giving you enough attention as of late. Maybe I've been a bad lover. We used to have something so special... and I feel like we aren't really connecting how we used to. I think I've even mentioned that to you before."
A thought ran through my head... Is Carson breaking up with me???
"But I want to fix that!"
I could hardly hide the dismayed look that came to face.
Carson continued, "I invited Wes over again tonight."
"NO!" It came out of my mouth before I could stop it.
Carson shook his head, "Yes, he's coming over. He'll be here in 15 minutes. I've been... a little preoccupied for the past couple of weeks. So he can give you the extra attention that I haven't been able to provide. I'm sorry for that, Maddy, love."
"Please, Carson, no," I begged him. "In all honesty, Wes doesn't pleasure me like you can."
"Oh I know, love, but right now, he's the best substitute." Then suddenly, Carson began laughing. He threw his head back and his laughter grew louder. Was he going mad? He said, "Substitute? You see what I did just there? Oh Maddy, I've been your teacher, your lover, your everything for so long. But sometimes, the teacher needs a break. Sometimes the teacher needs a substitute. And that's Wes. HA! More like a substitute fuck, huh? Isn't that a riot?"
I briefly wondered if Carson was drunk, but then remembered how insanity could similarly effect someone. Lack of clarity...ridiculous behavior...a pathetic, giggling mess. Yep, drunk or insane, Carson was going off the deep end. My breaking point was near. I could feel it closing in. I had to kill Carson. But after another moment, I calmed down. I told myself that maybe I could try again in another week. I needed to let things be okay first. And Carson finally seemed to want to forget about the incident. So clearly, it was still too fresh. Too soon. Too soon. One more week. I repeated such things over and over in my head. Until the doorbell rang... and I knew it was time to face Wes. My mind spun as Carson answered the door and let our friend inside.
"Hi Wes," Carson greeted him. "How are things?"
"Good, good. And for you?"
"Not so bad. A lot of shit going on at work, but isn't that the case for all of us?" A fake chuckle replaced Carson's previously crazy laughter.
Wes nodded, obviously not in the mood for small talk. His eyes shot over to me. I squirmed in my seat, wishing I had covered myself up with that pillow. Then again, that wouldn't have helped with much. A pillow couldn't stop Wes from fucking my brains out.