Terror, page 3
“Before my parents died, we lived outside the city in the middle of nowhere and I guess that’s why it led me here.”
“You’re fucking brave just packing your shit and moving. I know I’m glad about the fact,” he says with a little smirk on his face. I catch his meaning and my face burns. There is no hiding it this time because we are right beside one another.
He chuckles and I’m saved by our food arriving. She slides it in front of us and my mouth waters at all the different kinds of food to try.
Terror thanks her and grabs a napkin rolled with silverware inside. He unrolls it and sets the napkin in my lap and hands me my fork.
Why is it so cute that he did something so thoughtful? He does the same thing for himself, and I can’t tear my eyes away from him because where in the world did this man come from?
He looks up from his food and gives me that grin that says that holy shit, he is trouble.
* * *
Terror
* * *
For the first few minutes during our date, I can feel the fucking nerves rolling off her.
I want to hug her and ask her who the fuck has hurt her to the point she thinks so low of herself?
Because, fuck.
She is so beautiful; looking like that should be a crime. I couldn’t stay across the table a second later, needing to be close to her.
Even when her hair was in a messy bun on top of her head and working hard in the diner all day long, doesn’t discount her beauty.
Every fucker in this restaurant never took their eyes off her the second she walked through. But I had the thrill of knowing that she was with me.
I look over at her eating, her eyes bright and beautiful. She will know that she is the best there is and I will make it my mission to make her realize that shit.
chapter three
Meghan
Dinner was amazing. I offered to pay for the food, but he snatched the check so fast I got whiplash. I couldn’t help but laugh at the hurt look on his face at me even asking.
“Well, that is new,” I say on the walk out to his bike. He turns to look at me as he gets the helmet out of the saddle bags.
He gives me a confused look.
“This is the first time that I’ve actually not paid going on a date.”
His mouth opens dramatically, and I try not to laugh at his reaction, but it is the truth. This is the first time someone has truly taken me out on a date.
“What the fuck kind of shit is that? If I ever let you pay a fucking thing, it’s time to sign me up in a mental institution because I’ve lost it.” He makes a disgusted face and I cover my face laughing at his reaction.
Through my hands I can see him watching me, smiling.
I bend over and grab my hair tie off my arm to throw my hair into a bun. Just as I bend over to gather my hair, someone lets out a loud whistle.
I look at Terror to see if it’s him and from the pissed off look on his face, it definitely was not him.
I turn around and look at a man that is in a parking spot across the street. “Yeah baby, come sit on daddy’s lap,” he yells once more when he sees that I have spotted him.
I want to throw up. Why do some people think this sort of thing is attractive? All it is is disgusting.
* * *
“Ready to go?” I ask Terror, and I look up to see him not in the same place as he was.
I spin around wondering where he went. He somehow, very quickly and stealthily, got across the street to where the man who catcalled me is parked.
Terror reaches inside the vehicle, grips the back of the man’s head, and slams his face hard down onto the steering wheel, twice. With each hit, the horn honks and I just stare in shock.
Okay, Terror beating someone up isn’t funny, but the honking thing makes me chuckle. Terror is yelling something at him, and the horn honks once more when he slams his face one last time.
Terror points a finger at me and curls his finger like he is wanting me to come over.
What do I do? I take my ass over there because this is the first time in my life a man has stood up for me.
It may be a little extreme, but I can’t bring myself to care.
I move to stand next to Terror whose hand is still buried in the man’s hair. My first thought is we need to disinfect his hand because God, this man smells.
The man, whose face is pouring blood from his nose, smiles at me and I try not to cringe because of the blood inside his mouth and his blackened, rotten teeth.
“What did I tell you to do?” Terror reminds him in a sinister voice. My stomach drops at the tone because holy shit that’s terrifying.
The guy in the truck looks like he is seconds away from shitting his pants. I suck in my bottom lip and watch the interaction between the two.
He looks at me and then at Terror. I can see the panic on his face when he is looking at him.
“Please forgive me for the way I disrespected you, ma’am.” Terror nods at him like he is asking him to continue. “I have learned my lesson and will treat all women better than this going forward.” He side-eyes Terror.
“Andddd,” Terror drawls it out and the man flinches. He opens the door and gets down on his hands and knees in front of me. “I am not worthy to look at you, will you forgive me?” He kisses the top of my dirty shoes.
I look at Terror in shock, but he is looking like he is having the time of his life. “Queen Meghan,” the guy mutters under his breath and I can’t hold in my laughter anymore.
I should be running in the opposite direction with the violence I just witnessed but I can’t bring myself to be scared of him, not when he went to this length to protect my honor.
Terror joins in my laughter. “Let’s get out of here?” I ask and step over the guy’s head that is still at my feet.
Terror takes my hand and moves me in front of him, so he is closer to the guy on the ground. I don’t even look back as we walk back across the street and I get on the back of Terror’s bike with him in front of me.
“Hang on, darlin’.”
And I do. You couldn’t tear the smile off my face if you tried. I’m almost saddened at the idea of leaving this date. It’s been a lot of fun even if I had to fight myself on my insecurities and he put me in my place about it.
I have done therapy but sometimes your intrusive thoughts get the better of you; self-love is something that I seriously need to work on.
I can't fight the urge to lean forward and rest my chin on his shoulder so I can see the night sky in front of me. We are out in the countryside on our way back to the diner.
His hand at one point moves from the handlebar, and moves to rest on the back of my calf. I get a shiver down my spine and it’s not from the cold.
The ride is too short as I see the diner looming in front of us. He stops the bike, and the lights are off on the inside because everyone has gone home.
I sigh in the helmet knowing he can’t hear me. My heart feels like it’s pounding out my chest. Does he want to come up? Does he expect to come up? Is he going to want to kiss me?
He holds out his hand to help me off the bike, and I get off much easier this time around.
I pull the helmet off and shake my hair out of the loose bun I had it in. “Thank you for the date, Terror. I had a great time.” And I did.
He smiles at me, lifts his hand, and pushes my hair gently behind my ear. “It was my pleasure, sweet girl.”
The way he is speaking to me is so different from the sinister tone he had with the man earlier.
I smile and lean my face into his touch, his hand still resting on the side of my face.
He climbs off the bike. “I will walk you up to your apartment,” he says to me and takes my hand, pulling me into his side. I fight the urge to lean over onto his chest and breathe in his scent.
He pulls out his keys and opens the door to the diner. Of course, he would have his own set of keys since his mom owns the place.
It’s always kind of creepy in here at night. I walk with him to the entrance of my door, put my key in and unlock the door, pushing it open.
Do I invite him up?
His hand drags gently down my arm, and I turn to face him. His free hand slides gently along my neck moving to cup the back of my neck, tilting my head up to look at him.
I swear I stop breathing from the intensity of his gaze. His eyes are so dark, his jaw clenched like he is trying to hold himself back.
He leans forward and I hold perfectly still, my eyes drifting closed thinking that he is going to kiss me.
But he doesn’t.
His lips press gently against my forehead; it’s tender and so sweet that tears try to spring into my eyes.
“Good night, Angel.” His voice is soft, and my heart is racing in my chest. I swallow hard, trying to swallow back the emotions I’m feeling.
I lift my hands and rest them on his forearms. “Can I hug you?” I ask, opening my eyes, just wanting to be held by him.
He smiles and it reaches his eyes. God, he is beautiful. “Darlin, you can’t stop me if you tried.”
I laugh and split the short distance between us, my head resting against his big chest, his arms circling around me tightly, and I breathe in deeply, taking in his scent.
I feel so small lying against him, safe. His whole body just swallows mine in this hug.
So, I do something that I have never done before. “Want to come up and watch a movie?” I ask so quietly I’m not sure that he can even hear me.
He leans back and tilts my face back, his thumb against my chin. “Do you want me to?” he asks.
I nod, smiling. I’m scared out of my mind, but I want to spend more time with him more.
“I would love to,” he tells me, and I smile. I take ahold of his hand bringing him up the stairs with me. He shuts the door to the stairway that leads to my small apartment.
I push open the door and step aside, letting him inside. He takes a moment to look around and I must admit I have decorated it cutely.
I have an old, white farmhouse style décor and it's so cozy with the white and gold colors all around.
But I don’t have a couch. I watch TV from my bed, and it just hits me that he is going to have to sit in bed with me.
I try to play it cool, like it's no big deal, but holy shit it is. I’m very inexperienced; I have messed around a little bit but never had sex.
Men have tried to get into my pants, but the second they touch me it’s like they’re trying to start a fire with my vagina, and I did not enjoy it.
I can feel him looking at me like he can sense my internal battle in my mind. I decide to throw caution to the wind and go with my gut.
“Want something to drink?” I ask him and put my hands in front of me.
He smiles. “Darlin, you want me to leave? I don’t want you uncomfortable,” he asks and it makes me ten times more comfortable.
“I’m just not used to this,” I tell him honestly. I pull him over to my bed and move to the middle so that he can sit down next to me.
I feel like my skin is a live wire with him in my personal space and being this close to me.
“Explain,” he states.
I twist my blanket in front of me. “Dating in general,” I admit.
Much to my surprise, a slow smile comes over his face. “Good.”
My mouth opens in shock that he just said that. And he grabs the TV remote next to the bed, turning it onto Netflix.
He turns it on to a scary movie, and I just sit there straight as an arrow. “What do you mean, ‘good’?” I ask and turn to face him slightly.
He reaches over and pushes my hair over my shoulders. “I don’t want anyone to have you but me.”
His tone is completely serious, his face straight and I wait for his mouth to twitch and be like ‘ha this is a joke’.
But he doesn’t.
“Are you being serious?” I ask.
He smirks and leans against my headboard. “Fuck yeah, I am. I want to see where this could lead.” He is blunt and straight to the point.
I just want to ask, why?
What about me has him willing to say all of this when he just met me? I stare at him for a few beats.
“I don’t want any fuckers to get in the way or I’ll make them crawl like a dog, like I did with that man earlier.” His words are dark but the way he is looking at me is soft.
I should be scared by the intensity; goosebumps are breaking out across my skin.
I smile and shake my head in disbelief. “You know I should be kind of worried about how intense you are, but I can’t bring myself to feel anything but flattery.”
He laughs deeply and loudly, his head thrown back. “Fuck, you are perfect,” he says once he’s managed to gather himself from his laughing.
“Anyway, there are no worries there. Not many men have been knocking on my door lately,” I stop for a second trailing off, shrugging my shoulders. “Or ever.”
He gives me a look like I’m the biggest liar. “That is the biggest load of shit.” He laughs and scoots a little closer to me.
I settle back into the pillow, leaving us shoulder to shoulder, close enough I can feel his heat but not enough to be touching.
I give him a confused look. “Why do you think it’s not true?” I question him.
He gives me another look like ‘are you really kidding me right now?’. But I don’t understand why he doesn’t believe me. “I’m being one hundred percent truthful.”
He laughs. “Darlin, you probably didn’t notice the attention, but trust me, I know you had that shit in spades.”
I shake my head. “If you say so, Terror.” I just agree to disagree.
He chuckles. “Get your ass over here and let me hold you.” He grips my hand in his and slides me over until I’m lying on his chest.
I close my eyes, the TV long forgotten and I just enjoy the feeling of being held, his hand on my arm, running down my skin.
“I just want to know how in the world you have been single this long?” I ask him, because he seems perfect so far.
His fingers stop drifting along my arm, and I know that he is thinking about my question. “Because I have been waiting on my person.”
I like that answer. I smile up at him and he bends down to kiss my forehead like he did earlier.
“Same,” I admit to him.
I feel him look at me. “What’s your dream?” he asks, and it's something that is unconventional, not common in this day and age.
I sit up and pull the blanket into my lap, wanting to look at him. “It’s something that not many people my age or our age for that matter really dreams of.”
He sits up a little to give me his full attention. “I have dreamt for as long as I can remember to be a mom. I want to be a wife and take care of my family. It’s kind of old-fashioned in a lot of ways but this is what I have dreamt to have later in life.”
He smiles at me and takes ahold of my hand. “Darlin, I have always had the same views. I wanted a family to take care of, to protect and give the best life. It’s fucking beautiful you want that.”
The small weight is lifted off my shoulders after telling him. “That’s amazing.” I reach out and take his hand intertwining our fingers in my lap.
He reaches over and grabs my hips, lifting me off the bed and onto his lap. “You deserve all of that, darlin. You deserve to find a man to give you all of that...” He trails off like he wants to say something else.
I yawn and rest my forehead on his chin. “Tired?” he asks me, rubbing my back gently.
I nod. “Yeah, I did the breakfast rush and dinner.”
“Want me to go?” he asks, and I open my eyes.
“How far away do you live?” I ask him.
“Around an hour.”
I purse my lips thinking on it. “Maybe you can stay? If you want to? Since you have such a long drive and it’s cold,” I ramble off trying to make it seem like it’s the best solution without being too forward.
He chuckles. “Darlin, I was hoping you would say that.”
I laugh too. “Do you want something to change into? I have some sweats I bought that are huge on me.”
He nods. “That would be perfect.”
He helps me slide off his lap and I try not to think about the fact that I was sitting right on his dick, and he was poking me. I try to forget that the only thing separating us is just our clothes.
I suck in my lips trying not to think about how huge he is, because I could feel that from even between our clothes.
I walk over to my small closet and from the shelf on top, I grab the sweats along with a pair of sleep shorts and a baggy shirt for myself to change into.
“Here.” I smile and hand them to him. “I’m going to change in the bathroom.” I point over my shoulder to the bathroom.
I slip inside and shut the door, leaning against it and breathing deep, trying to compose myself.
Because holy shit, he is here, and he is staying the night with me.
I walk to the bathroom counter and look at myself in the mirror, my eyes wide and my stomach is doing flips.
My hands are shaking against the counter where they are resting. I reach over and grab my toothbrush, getting busy cleaning up, washing my face, and taking a super quick shower.
I throw my long hair in a small braid to keep it contained. I nod to myself in the mirror trying to gather all of my courage before I walk out and face that beautiful man.
My day started so normal, and now my normal is completely out of the window. I place my hand on the doorknob and slowly push it open.
The sight of Terror lying in the sweatpants that are tight on him, hugging literally everything, causes me to avert my eyes from something that is pointing at me like a beacon.
I clear my throat and drift my eyes to his stomach where his abs are out, and his sides are covered in tattoos, as well as his chest and arms.
He is way too beautiful to be lying in my bed like that.
But the way he is looking at me right now makes me feel like he is seeing something totally different than the way I see myself.
