Placing me down on a beautifully soft white suede sofa, with my back propped on some pillows and my legs stretched out along the length of the seat, he observes my shocked face and takes a seat next to me, lifting my legs and placing my feet in his lap.
FIVE DAYS!!
FIVE FUCKING DAYS???
How can I not remember almost an entire week? I need to talk to my kids! Where the hell does Shaun think I am? If he thinks I've left him he will punish the kids! I can't let that happen.
I panic and attempt to jump up. I need to find a way out of here, I have to get home. The kids aren't safe with Shaun.
Yoongi presses my ankles down into his lap, very effectively keeping me in place.
I begin babbling, my words not clear due to the speed they are falling from my mouth. My eyes wide, I'm clammy but feel like I'm burning up, my heart honestly feels like it has fallen from its given position in my chest and landed squarely into my acid filled stomach. I'm definitely going to puke!
I lean to the side and dry heave, giving Yoongi just enough time to remove my feet from his lap and to retrieve a silver fruit bowl from an enormous white glass coffee table, turn the fruits out onto the floor and hand it to me, muttering something about my apparent violent and gross reaction to his presence causing pain to his ego!
Seriously!
My husband could be hurting my children right now and he is complaining about his bloody pride!
He is priceless!
In the few minutes I wretch but produce nothing Yoongi has crossed the room to a small refrigerator and retrieved a bottle of water. He taps my knee with it and I take it from him. He again lifts my legs and sits back down. Putting my feet back into his lap I become aware of him gently massaging my calves and feet.
I sit back and wipe the saliva from my mouth with the back of my hand, enjoying the feeling of his super soft hands on my lower legs. I pull the sports cap up with my teeth and take a sip. It's so cool, and I'm so clammy I lift the bottle and pour some onto my face and using my hand i cover my whole face with the cool liquid. I feel the water running down my neck, under the neckline of the gown and between my boobs.
I take some deep breaths, my chest slowly expanding and contracting, causing the now wet and SEETHROUGH gown to cling to my body.
Suddenly my feet are swung around onto the floor and he quickly gets up and paces away from me. I follow his direction with my eyes and find myself looking at the back of his body. He is looking out of a floor to ceiling window across a cityscape. He has taken off his perfectly tailored navy suit jacket and his crisp white shirt is straining against his shoulder blades whilst he rubs the back of his neck.
I Stand, begin to walk towards him and start to speak. "I need to get back to my kids. You don't know my husband. If he thinks I've dared to leave him he will hurt my kids. He's told me many times I belong to him and I'll only be free of him when he decides he's done with me, or when I die, whichever comes first! He isn't a good man and will do anything to stay in control. Please Yoongi! Please take me home, I have to protect my kids. I...."
He cuts me off with a short sharp "Quiet!!"
I am immediately quiet, and find I have frozen on the spot. I don't like raised voices, it heightens my anxiety. Another side effect of spending almost 15 years married to the angriest, loudest bully! That life has made me pretty obedient.
He sighs and begins to speak.
"Mackenzie, I already tell you that your kids are fine, perfectly safe. Shaun will not hurt them. I know this!"
"But you don't know him! He's twisted! He will want to hurt me for leaving him, and the only thing that will hurt me is harming my kids!"
He holds up a hand, takes a deep breath and slowly turns to face me, although he directs his gaze at my bare feet.
"Mackenzie!! Stop right now! Trust me, Shaun is no threat to your children. I know this because I fixed it"
"Really?! Why would you do that? How did you do that?" I ask.
"Shaun threw them out of your home the day after you were gone. He told them you would not be back and that as he isn't their father he is not responsible for them. I expect him to make a move like that, and so I had friends of mine collect them and take them somewhere safe"
I'm stunned by this, Shaun has always been a bastard, but kicking my kids out of their home... a home that I had actually purchased with MY money, not his, is an unexpected and very low blow, but what Yoongi says next causes my legs to buckle under me, sending my straight to the floor with a thud.
"Mackenzie. The reason he told the kids you won't be back is because....."
He takes a long and ragged breath then looks into my eyes and continues.....
"Well... it's because he told them you are dead!"
Hello floor!