The Story of Alexandria~3
_ *This will be a dark story, about a previously abused woman who finds her way with the help of some very important people. If abuse of any kind bothers you, I urge you not to read. This will get graphic, but there will be loving moments, happy moments and plenty of naughty moments. There will be sex in graphic detail, but not abusive sex! This is a story of how important it is to love someone, even if they submit to you. Any relavance to people alive or dead is strictly coincidental. * _
The shower was warm, I carefully washed my body as my ears tipped and twitched to every noise in the small apartment. God please let him come home after my shower.... Please... I heard the door slam open, and then slammed closed again. Whimpering, I try to quickly wash the soap from my fur, wanting to escape into the larger bedroom and away from the water. Luck would not be so kind, and I heard the horrid footsteps coming up the stairs and towards the bathroom. He was yelling, he was always yelling. Hurtful slurs, complaining that something wasn't done, accusing me of something ridiculous. I started to cry, at least I could do that in my shower. I didn't have to worry about him seeing me cry. Slowly I rinsed myself, knowing at this point there was no use in running.
The door slammed open, a rush of cold air accompanied the smell of him; an odd smell of eucalyptus and coconut. He ripped back the shower curtain, slipping off his shoes before getting in fully clothed. I hated this, I couldn't defend myself here. I was naked, soaked, and completely immobilized in fear. "Please..." It was all I could say before a large black and white paw wrapped around my throat pushing me under the water and holding me there.
I woke up covered in something cold and wet. Shaking and panting in fear I realized I had left my window open and the rain had gotten worse in my sleep. I reached up and closed the window above my headboard and sighed. Thank god it was just a dream. I looked around at my new surroundings. It was currently pretty bare in my room. A small wooden bed and a chest of drawers took up a bit of space. An empty closet sat open on the other side of the door to the hall. I felt my head tilt, unsure of where I was. It flooded back to me; the plane, the meeting, soup. My stomach rumbled and I urged myself to breath normally before walking carefully to the kitchen.
Thankfully my long fur made the cold floor a bit easier to walk on. I peered around corners and listened carefully for any signs of movement, still jumpy from my dream. The kitchen was empty, as well as most of the house and I rummaged quietly for something to eat in the darkness. I opened the fridge and hummed lightly to myself. The light inside the fridge made me a little less nervous as I searched for some chocolate or sweets. Chocolate always seemed to make the monsters go away.
"Up late Alex?" I nearly jumped out of my fur, his voice was so close! I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed him. My breath caught, I couldn't think straight and suddenly felt as if the world was going black. I felt his arm around me, warm and constricting. My dream came flooding back to me, and the hysteria kicked in.
"Please! No! Let me go!" Quieted screams and strangled cries coming from me as we both fell to the floor. My mind sent me back to memories of not long ago and my breath caught in fear. I struggled against him reaching out for the light in the darkness, forgetting everything and simply wanting light in my dark world. My pleading turned into silent whispers as my mind made its way back to me. The large wolf held me tight, softly nuzzling me as I whimpered and cried. I couldn't contain it and it infuriated me. I told myself I wouldn't cry over that anymore. Why am I still thinking about it? Why does it still affect me?
"I think it's time for cartoons." A single finger turned my gaze to meet his. He smiled at me. A caring smile and all I could do was nod, my long ears still pressed against my head in fear. I hate that feeling, knowing you are safe but the residual effects of a freak out are still happening.
I don't remember how I got to the couch, the lovely soft couch. But I remember curling up into a ball next to Caesar. His eyes asked if it was alright to touch me and I nodded. As he found something on TV other than infomercials, he slowly rubbed my back. I found myself slowly easing into his touch and eventually leaned my body against his. The last thing I remember before falling asleep was his strong arm holding me tight and making me feel safe.