Slaved to a Devil [lesbian] novel Chapter 25

Elise

“That’s when my mum had left my dad and afterwards my father turned to the bottle, making it really easy for mum to get full custody of me.”

Lauren hummed in acknowledgement across the table from me.

“Has he ever done anything to you?” She asks hesitantly. “Because that day I took you, you looked expectantly for the blow to come.”

I thought back to the first day of my summer holidays, nearly a month ago now. I had thought Lauren was an angle, a saving grace. Little did I know, but still even now she has changed my perspective each day with her kindness and the emotions she unknowingly shows. She isn’t as evil as I first had interpreted her as when I lived in the cells more than a few weeks ago.

“He has hit me a few times but my mother and stepfather would always call the police as soon as it happened so that they could take care of it. I really didn’t see my father much after I turned ten.”

Lauren just nodded her head and raised her wine glass for another sip as I finished the last of my plate of food.

It had been two days since I told Lauren what had happened after she had lost control and to say that she was being distant was a little bit of an understatement.

I understand that she was being precautious about my safety but this was getting a little too far. At night she didn’t let me close to her on the bed, she just turned her back and curled in on herself. She even pushed me away whenever I tried to hold her.

The rejections hurt me the first night and it continued whenever I had tried to touch her the following days. Last night, I just ignored the stinging in my heart and turned the other way in frustration.

Needless to say, our physical relationship was a little strained, but not from my constant lack of trying. Otherwise we would hold conversation perfectly fine, especially if I ignored my damaged ego and held myself from actually touching her.

“You ok?” Lauren asked with raised eyebrows, seeing me space out probably.

“Yeah,” I say with a half forced half genuine smile.

I truly don’t know how I feel about her withdrawal. I hate it but I also understand it. But we had agreed to take sexual interactions slow. We never had a problem touching before this, now she purposely avoids any contact.

“Your frown says otherwise.”

My eyes met hers, but I remained silent. If she didn’t want to tell me her problem then she would receive the same treatment from me.

“What frown?” I mock as I pull a wide toothed smile.

She lowers her eyes from mine and nods with an apologetic look. She looked as if she was about to say something when I interrupted her.

“What colour were your eyes before your stepmother changed them?”

Her previous statement died in her throat with a breathy croak as she thought about my random question.

“Hazel, why?”

“Just curious,” I conclude and place my knife and fork on the almost empty plate, gesturing that I’m finished. In my defence that steak was huge and my system was still getting used to me eating again.

“You finished?” She asks, eyeing my unfinished remains.

I simply nod and rub my bloated stomach.

She chuckles at my actions and pushes her own finished plate forward and down the rest of her glass.

My eyes follow her as she stands and pushes in her chair, approaching me almost as if she was going to help me stand, but then realises something and takes a few steps back again.

I turn my head away to hide the immediate frown I have to her actions before school my face into a tiny, force happy smile.

“So what’s next?” I ask pushing myself up from the table and waiting for her to walk out of the room.

“I have to unfortunately cut the night short. I have a business call to take.”

I simply just smile and nod my head.

“That’s alright I’ll see you later then.”

I walk past her, and roll my eyes when I notice her body retract from my close proximity. Should have seen that coming.

The rest of the night I just lie in bed, waiting for Lauren to return.

Eventually I hear the floorboards creak and a body lie down next to mine. At first I stayed where I am, not really sure how to react so I just waited for her move.

Ten minutes or so has passed and still nothing. Before I even know what I’m doing, I pull my body into ansur position where I lean on one arm and turn the light on.

I face Lauren, who remains unfazed by my sudden response.

“What’s wrong?”

She turns to me, raising her eyebrows in mock confusion before answering.