I wanted to make love, but Caleb had fallen asleep while I was in the shower. I didn’t have the heart to wake him. In the middle of the night, he reached for me. I barely knew what was happening before I felt his mouth on my sore *. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched him lick me until I came on his tongue.
By the time he entered me, I had forgotten about how sore I was. I was too full of Caleb’s cock to care. I moaned my pleasure to the rafters, uncaring if anyone heard me. Caleb didn’t seem to care either as he came inside me with a yell. There was a fleeting thought about protection, but then all I thought about was Caleb and the tiny thrusts he was making into my * as he rode out the aftershocks of his pleasure.
After we managed to clean up, we slept with the windows open. I slept in his arms, safe, secure, and content beyond belief. I didn’t care where we were going, as long as he was with me.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Day 1
I had just finished buttoning my shirt when it happened. There was a loud bang and something hit me in the face. I reached up to touch my cheek. My breath left me in the span of a heartbeat. Caleb was on top of me, shouting, but I couldn’t hear what he was saying. I couldn’t seem to hear anything.
My head hurt. I’d smacked it on the ground when Caleb tackled me. Debris was flying everywhere.
“Livvie!” Caleb yelled and shook me. It penetrated the silence in my head.
BOOM! Another torrent of debris flew toward us. Caleb lay on top of me, shielding my face with his arms as he tucked his head near my shoulder.
Someone was fucking shooting at us. My eyes cut to the door and I could see large gaping holes where wood used to be.
We rolled behind the bed. My entire body was shaking and I had no idea what was going on. Caleb was shoving me and I cried out in pain.
“Get in the tub!” He shouted. He shoved me again.
I managed to get on my hands and knees. I crawled the few feet to the bathroom and scrambled into the tub. I realized Caleb wasn’t with me.
“Caleb!” I screamed. The bathroom door slammed shut. I was too scared to move.
“He’s going to die out there, you stupid bitch! Do something!” Ruthless Me, screamed.
I couldn’t move. I couldn’t, fucking, move. My entire world was moving in slow motion and there was nothing I could do to speed it back up. I felt something wet on my face. My hand came away bloody when I touched it.
“Caleb!” I screamed again.
A loud bang rattled the bathroom door and I threw myself back in the tub. I couldn’t stop screaming or crying.
“You fucking coward, Livvie! I’ll never forgive you,” Ruthless said.
I slapped my hands over my ears, willing the voice to go away. I could still hear her screaming, begging me to do something. I could hear yelling just outside the door; a struggle. The door shook repeatedly as something was slammed against it.
“Help him!”
“What do you want me to do?!” I screamed out loud.
“Stay down!” I heard Caleb yell.
“Help him!”
Hearing Caleb’s voice, knowing he was fighting to stay alive only a few feet away seemed to clear some of my panic.
“The gun, Livvie. The gun. Where is it?” Ruthless said.
I took several deep breaths, frantic breaths, as I tried to remember. Where was the gun? Where was the gun? In the bag!
“Good, Livvie. Where’s the bag?”
I sobbed loudly, “I don’t know.”
A string of loud and angry shouting came through the door. I didn’t understand it, but I knew it was Arabic. They’d come for us. Rafiq was here to kill us.
“The bag!” Ruthless screamed.
Images. They flashed through my mind’s eye in rapid succession: I brought the bag in. I set it down on the table. Caleb picked it up and took it into the bathroom. He needed a butterfly stitch for his head. It was in there when I showered.
I looked around the bathroom, but I didn’t see it.
It was there when I went to bed. Caleb and I had sex and after, he wanted clean underwear. Next to the bed on Caleb’s side.
“Get there, Livvie. Get to the gun,” Ruthless said.
I shook my head back and forth as I sobbed. I didn’t know what was out there. If I opened the door…
“They already know you’re in here! You’re going to die. Caleb is going to die. Please!”
I scrambled out of the tub. The bathroom was tiny, my foot still touched the edge of the tub as I put my hand against the door. I could still hear Caleb fighting someone on the other side.
“I’m coming out!” I screamed.
“No!” Caleb yelled and there was a loud crash.
I gripped the handle of the door and pulled it open. The clothing rack was directly across from the bathroom, creating a little square alcove to the side of the bedroom. I could see Caleb on the floor, grappling with someone.
“Run, Livvie!”
I stood up and tried to run past them and get on the bed. A hand reached out and grabbed my ankle. I fell, face first onto the floor, but the pain didn’t register. I kicked with my legs, blind to what or whom I was hitting. The hand let go.