Chapter 25: Living With a Choice


    ir''s hands gripped the sheets in front of her. Isaiah''s arm around her waist, his breath against her


    ear. She was shaking slightly. He took a deeper breath pulling her scent into his lungs and closed his


    eyes for a moment. He felt an almost purr in the back of his throat at how he was feeling and his scent


    mark hers. He reached up and bunched her hair slightly in his hand just gripping the thick mass for a


    moment.


    Isaiah pulled his body from her slowly savoring the feel. ir bit her lip slightly. She was sore and tired.


    She just wanted toy down, he hadn''t allowed her one second since he''de back. However his


    hour was up and she was d for it. She wasn''t going to give him more, even if he asked. She just


    couldn''t. Even if he offered her a year she didn''t have another hour in her.


    Though her body had enjoyed itself more than she thought. She didn''t know how she felt about it to be


    honest. She guessed inside she just felt numb. ir stood up, wishing to grab something to pull around


    her. It was just the sense of security that she wanted. She didn''t want to let him look at her anymore.


    He got a hold of her chin and made her look up. She only met his gaze for a second before looking


    over his shoulder.


    "Lay down ir before you fall down." He told her letting go of her jaw, and she felt the amusement


    from him. A satisfied amusement. What would he do if she just smacked him? It was no harm right? No


    real harm, she just pursed her lips for a moment, to many loop holes. She was sure he left himself one.


    "What if I don''t want to here?" She said defiantly. He''d moved toward the end of the bed and looked at


    her. His gaze sliding down her body and then raised an eyebrow knowingly.


    "The door is right there." He said pointing to it, but she saw the challenge there. He''d wait just to see


    what she did. ir didn''t trust her legs to allow her a quick or graceful escape so she turned around


    half sitting on the bed. He gave a kind of smile moving toward the bathroom.


    "Didn''t think so." She narrowed her eyes. Fuck him.


    ir waited till he disappeared around the corner before she reached down and grabbed the shirt


    there. She slipped it on and moved to grab the nket on the floor. She managed to walk over to the


    sofa with steady feet. Sheid down on it wrapping the nket around her. She didn''t hear him move,


    but she sensed him.


    "You amuse and annoy me ir." He said and she closed her eyes. She was staying right where she


    was. Too tired to move, too tired to care.


    "I''ve done as you asked, now I will do as I please. That was the deal." She said. She knew that he was


    most likely watching her but she didn''t care. She was tired, exhausted and hurt, both physically and


    emotionally.


    Isaiah looked up. Rain wasing down rather hard now. He couldn''t remember when it had started.


    He''d been far to focused on ir. For now he would let her have her little retreat. He himself was tired.


    He thought back to when he had sleptst. A few days ago if he remembered right.


    He slipped on a pair of pants and moved back over to where iry on the sofa, he stared at her for a


    moment. Then he moved over, leaned against the wall and watched her. Studying her. He saw the


    moment that she truly slipped unconscious. Her body going from tense to ck. She was out cold after


    a couple minutes of deep breathing. His head tipped to the side and his gaze was ck for a second


    taking in ir still form.


    Isaiah moved over to stand looking down at her. He thought for a moment. He decided he wasn''t done


    with her yet and reached down and picked her up. She was far beyond exhausted he thought. She


    didn''t even stir when he picked her up. Heid her on the bed pulling the nket from her. Her head fell


    to the side a hand moving to meet it. She frowned in her sleep, he noted the shirt that she had put on.


    She was determined to hide herself from the world and him, unless forced not to. He tossed the


    comforter up to let ite back down on her.


    Itnded cockeyed but he didn''t really care. It was over her as she wanted and he''d told her she could


    have whatever she wanted. He could just manipte it depending on the want or desire, and he could


    touch her still. He worded everything he said very carefully. It was all in the way you phrased it, your


    intention behind it. He didn''t give her full immunity, just immunity from real harm. So anything life


    threatening really as he looked at it. Plus she hadn''t verbally said she wanted anything at the moment.


    So he wasn''t breaking any promise.


    Isaiah moved onto the bed over ir looking down at her. He made a frustrated sound and then moved


    to fall next to her. He looked up as a sh of lightning went through the sky. Exactly how he felt, the


    weather was perfect. He''d given her three weeks of technical freedom. More than any other, but it didn''t


    matter so much to him. He could still get what he wanted from her.


    He turned facing her and with one arm pulled her against him nket and all. He liked the feel of it, she


    was something he''d had to work hard to get, and probably still would. He didn''t see a reason to dispose


    of her. he just wasn''t sure after her three weeks if he''d really give her anything else now knowing both


    sides of him could enjoy her.


    ___ir____


    ir woke, the room was a dull grey color at the moment. She sat up and heard the sound of rain


    above her. She was alone in the room. She didn''t know where Isaiah was, and thought it best to leave


    before he showed up. She got down off the bed and winced slightly. She was sore everywhere but her


    hips hurt most of all.


    She moved to the mirror in the room and turned to the side looking at herself raising the shirt slightly.


    She had dark bruising around her sides and on her hips. She could make out the impression of his


    hand on her left side, but just barely. It was healing and she wondered what that looked like several


    hours ago. At least he wasn''t here now.


    "Geeze, couldn''t have gone a bit easier on me?" She said feeling a bit tearful. This might have


    bothered her more if it had happened anywhere else. She was alive wasn''t she? She had three weeks


    to herself. She had something that he wanted. She had to look at it that way or she would break down.


    ir moved from the room and searched the first bedroom that she came to. She found a ck skirt


    with frayed ends. A good pick for today, she wasn''t feeling jeans. She put on the first shirt she grabbed


    out of the drawer a rose colored t-shirt.


    She searched the top drawers for at least a bra, nothing. She moved to the next room and found one


    that was nearly her size and she put it on along with her new rose colored shirt. ir looked at herself,


    and she felt... hollow.


    ir marched from the room, she refused to let this eat at her. She was going to enjoy her time damn


    it. She needed to just rage at the world for a moment. To scream at the top of her lungs to smash and


    break something. Vent everything that was in her so she could move on and try to forget. Or at least


    make peace with it. This was her world, this was the reality of it and she had made her choice. He''d


    have just taken if she hadn''t agreed so she was better for it.


    Up the stairs she went that she knew would lead her to the roof. She gripped the door and shoved it


    open. The rain was pouring down but she stepped out into it. ir shut the door and moved to stand in


    the middle of the roof looking up at the turbulent grey sky. It was a cold rain, but she didn''t mind so


    much. She just opened her mouth and screamed at the top of her lungs in rage. Then turned and


    marched over to pick up the bigger rocks on the roof. She wanted to break something, smash her


    anger out.


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    "I''m sorry, forgive me." She said and mmed down the rocks with the force of her mind into the ss


    above a room she had only been in once. She didn''t want to suffer more, and felt like the house knew


    that. It didn''t really give a response at what she did and the rain hid her tears.


    She did this again and again until the ss was nearlypletely gone out of the windows. She was


    soaked now, but it didn''t bother her. Held out a hand wanting to try what Isaiah had to see if that


    helped. She pulled the ss back up to the roof. With her mind''s eye she pictured it how it was and the


    pieces fit together and started to mend. With that few minutes of intense concentration she didn''t have


    to think about anything.


    She moved on swinging her arms in anger and started to sing at the top of her lungs in an angry voice.


    She picked Amazing Grace, she liked the song and it bubbled out of her. Her voice cracked slightly as


    she screamed the words. It fit her current mindset.


    ir reached the end of the roof. Her clothes stered to her body. She turned and looked down at her


    hips. The bruising was nearly gone. She could feel the warmth from the house touching her. The pain


    easing just not the emotional one yet. She turned and found Beta standing there looking at her with a


    quizzical expression. His presence aggravated her again.


    "Did he tell you to watch me? Afraid I might throw myself from the roof? Not let him "fuck" me again?"


    She snapped at the hell hound.


    His head tipped to the side but his gesture was a no, and she calmed slightly. She moved over the


    rocks digging into her bare feet but she didn''t care. She found onerge puddle and jumped in it


    mming her feet down hard. She ignored the pain in her body. Easier to do as she''d been aided in the


    healing.


    She ran to the next and did the same thing. This time however Beta copied her as if trying to figure out


    what was so fun. She darted to the next and did the same thing. He copied her but now he seemed to


    be looking for another puddle before she could find one.


    ir let the challenge take hold of her. She went one way and he went another. She jumped from


    puddle to puddle counting them off. He was moving a little faster than her jumping in them. It was kind


    of odd and therapeutic at the same time for him to do this. ir moved to go inside, she felt chilled and


    she was dripping wet, he just looked at her.


    "I''m cold." He made a sniff and moved to jump around the roof for a bit longer. She went down the


    stairs and found the first bathroom she could taking a long hot shower.