Fake (A Pretty Pill) (39 page)

“Yeah, what’s all this talk about tacos?” Ben asks.

“We’re tacos.” Jade says
smiling hard.

“I’
m so confused.” Ben says groaning.

Isi’s chuckling.

“God, you two are so stupid.” Jade says, lifting little Ben up and settling him into her arms to give him his bottle.  He starts sucking hungrily, like he’s been left in the desert for days.

“The Association of
Castoffs and Orphans.” Jade says cheerfully.

Ben and I just look at each other with raised eyebrows.

‘So, we three are orphans, and Isi is a castoff.  We’re homeless nobodies that have found each other and made a family.” She smiles.  “The association of castoffs and orphans; tacos.”

“Shit,
that’s actually pretty funny.” Ben says grinning.

I’m shaking my head, I get it and it’s still
weird and completely random.

“I get it, but all your hormones are messing with your brain chemistry Jade.” I say.

“Pffft.” she huffs.  “You’re just jealous that Isi and I thought about it first.”

I chuckle.

“Shit Ben, did he just chuckle?” Jade asks.

“Yep,
dire circumstance and he still has time to see the funny side of life.” Ben shakes his head.  “Totally irresponsible, teenagers these days don’t show any respect for the conventions of society.” He says.

“You guys are dumb
, totally loco.” I smile.

“You’re a taco too.” Jade points out
and smiles.

I groan.

“We should get t-shirts made up.” Jade says to Ben.

Isi starts laughing.

I just groan even louder.

Isi.

It’s only two days following the shopping mall incident, and Silas is jumpy.  He’s taking particular care to
be sure about his pills, and I’ve asked him if he’s going to go manic or depressive.  He says he’s uncertain.  He’s never pushed through anger before.  He’s always gone off his meds and resulted in a fall from grace of some kind.

He tells
me his voices haven’t escalated and that’s a good sign.

I’m pleased.  I don’t want all this bullshit I’ve brought upon this family to unsettle him.

We’re in bed right now and contemplating getting up, since the alarm went ten minutes ago.

“I’ll
go with you next week for your fight.”

“We’re all going.” He says, rolling over to me and pinning me underneath him.

“Are we staying somewhere really nice?” I say breathlessly.

He smiles
and starts moving against me with his morning glory.  He almost always ends up getting lucky with that move.

“Yeah,
I think we deserve to splurge.” he grins and lunges his face forward to devour my neck with his mouth.

“Should I go on the internet and book a place?” I ask.

“I think you should concentrate on what’s on offer right now.” He says.

I giggle.

“Are you laughing at me Mulligan?”

“Yes.”

He rolls over onto his back, pulling me over with him and then he grabs the sides of my panties. “These should come off.” He says looking up at me.

I
grin at him and attempt to pull my panties off.

He
tries to pull down his boxers.

It’s an awkward moment, b
ecause we’re clashing with blankets and each other.

We’re laughing by the time we’re finished, and now he’s naked and I
only have a singlet t-shirt on.  It’s a cool morning.  So we’re attempting to stay underneath the blankets.

“Come here.” He demands, but I’ve got other ideas.

I climb over him again and just as he attempts to pull me forward to bring my body in line with his own, I shuffle down the bed and retreat underneath the covers.

“
What are you doing?” He asks.  I can hear through his voice that he’s grinning.

“I’m just checking on the structural
integrity of this tent.” I tell him.

“I can assure you
everything’s sturdy.”

“I’d like to take your word for it, but I really need
to be sure. I’ve heard that it sags a bit sometimes.” I say.

He chuckles.

I’m completely in the dark, but I have a perfect picture of what lays before me.  I’ve been introduced before a number of times.

“It feels okay.” I say, running my hand up and down his shaft.

“It feels fantastic.” he groans.

“I’ll just start with the foundations then.” I say before I lean in and suck one
of his balls inside my mouth.

“Shit.”

“Mmmm.”

I go for the other ball and give it a good fondle with my mouth too
, all the while stroking his cock.  He’s enjoying that.  His hips give a little spasm each time I suck on him.

I release him from my mouth.

“Yeah, they’re good.” I say nonchalantly.

I mov
e to his cock and lick the head once, twice, and then pop it into my mouth.

“Oh.
” He moans, his hips once again jerking up slightly.

I go down a short distance, sucking on him and rubbing him firmly with my hand.

“Shit.” He says.

I do this for a while, listening to him moan
and feeling his hips moving forward slightly in a smooth rhythm, before he reaches down and begins to pull me up.

“I love you doing that, but lately I just need you.” He pleads.

I smile at him and position myself over him; he watches his cock connect with me as I slowly settle on top of him and push down onto him.  He’s watching every inch of himself being buried in me, and I’m watching his features display wonderment.

Silas.

I know it sounds corny to say I only need her at the moment, but it’s true.
  I need to feel the connection and watching her make love to me is all consuming.  I feel it in every part of my body.

I watch her move on top of me and I struggle not to come.

I look at our connection and watch her slowly moving over me and then lift to show me pulling and pushing up inside her and it builds a pulsing pleasure inside my groin and sets firecrackers off under my skin.

I watch and participate.

I feel, and then I
feel.

I can’t im
agine anything happening to her, because I’m alive through her.

I know I should tell her I’m struggling, but I also know that if he… as in
he
, is caught, I’ll be better.

If he doesn’t get caught and he takes her and kills her, which is what I think he intends, I’ll die.  So,
I’m already planning and I already know what I’ll do.  It will be sudden and there’ll be no coming back from it.  I sincerely hope to never have to implement my plan.  I never want to be anywhere else but with her.

I watch her come apart
and I feel myself begin to slide off the ledge and fall into my orgasm.

I hear her crying out
and I hear and feel myself joining her.

Isi.

“Okay
let’s go.” I enthuse.

He pulls me to him and kisses my nose.

“I love you.”

“I love you too Silas.” I smile up at him.

He tells me all the time that he loves me.  I absolutely love it, because although he has some insecurities, I can tell he means it.

We turn to walk out the front door.

And there it is.

On the mat.

A box.

A hat box.

I’m breathing hard, he’s breathing harder.

I bend down
, and I don’t know what possesses me to do it, but if it’s a dead animal, I want to be the one to see it, not him.  I want to protect him.

“Isi, please don’t.”

But it’s too late.

The box is open
and what seems like hundreds of butterflies fly out.  They’re beautiful, but the moment is completely creepy.

It makes me jump back at first.
  Silas jumps as well.

“What the fuck?” Silas cries out.

I look up at him.  He’s looking pained beyond belief.  So I look at what he’s looking at.

This is how you make me fee
l
.

It’s printed on the inside of the boxes lid in bold handwriting.  I don’t need a forensic investigation to know this is Ethan’s handwriting.

I make him feel butterflies
.

I shudder.  Such a romantic thing from the right person
, but it feels like a total violation from the wrong person.

I’m
trembling, and Silas pulls me inside and slams the door sharply on the offending present.  A couple of butterflies have made their way inside our home, but I’m too shaken to chase after them.  Silas punches the back of the door, and then reopens it to storm outside and face the box again.

I’m just in shock, watching him unravel.  He kicks the box away from the door, but it’s not enough.  He runs to it and kicks it so hard it smashes into the side of my car parked out front.  Then he turns around, storms back inside and absolutely slams the door behind him.

He’s aggressively pulling his phone out of his pocket and dialing, while he growls and mutters incessantly to himself.  I’m scared, but I move to him regardless of his temper.

He talks to the police,
they’re on their way.

He talks to Ben,
he’s on his way.

I’ve been standing next to him while he talks on the phone
, clinging to his side with both my arms tightly wrapped around him.  His left arm has been securely holding me to him.

I just love him so much.  I just can’t understand why I just
can’t be with him and disregard the rest of the world.  I just don’t understand Ethan’s infatuation with me.

“
Pack your bags Isi.”  He says with a shaking gravelly voice.

I nod.

I turn to go and he pulls me back to him, holding me tightly to him once again.

And then his temper’s gone, replaced with pain.

“I can’t lose you.” He croaks.

“I don’t want to go anywhere.” I whisper.

“If he touches you I’ll kill him.” He promises.

“I’d try to kill him first.” I promise.

He groans and leans in to kiss me.

“We need to find a better place to hide for now.” He says
gently, and I can tell it’s taking everything in him not to erupt and instead calm down.  There’s something else in his eyes too… fear.

“I know.”

“I’m struggling with this Isi.” He says and then he begins to cry.

“Fuck.
” I whisper, and I pull him toward me.  “I’m so sorry Silas.  Please, stay with me now… we’ll move away if it helps.  I’ll fucking take Dad’s money and we can build a castle and live inside the walls.” I bargain.

He’s crumpling
now, because he’s finally broken.  I feel my chest constrict and my heart is hurting.

“Silas look at me.” I ask him.  He looks and his beautiful green eyes seem to be holding onto a world of sadness.  I hold his face and bring his forehead down to rest on mine.

“If I lose you now, my entire life would stop and I’d cease to exist.” I say.  “You’re my everything Silas.  You’re my reason to get up in the morning.  You’re the reason I’m happy again, you’re the air I breathe and the sunshine in my sky.” I croak, feeling the ball in my throat getting bigger and bigger.

“I love you
so much Isi, I just want to know how I’m supposed to protect you.  I just have no idea and it’s killing me.  What if he gets to you and I can’t get there in time to stop him hurting you?” He argues.

This is so hard, because w
e’re fighting the unknown.  Its guerilla warfare and terrorism combined.

“Show me how to fight
my way out.  Let me learn how to fight with you guys so I can handle myself again.  I used to be good you know.” I smile at him.  “We had to do training just like the infantry do.”

“I can do that,
you can fight Hank.” He sniffles and clings to the idea.  “You’ll probably kick his ass though.” he tries to smile.

I think I’m breaking through.  I’m giving him hope.

“We just have to work on me being fit, then I can kick Ethan’s ass and you can swoop in and finish him off for me.” I smile at him.

“I can definitely do that.” He smiles.