Trevor is always working late and I barely see him at all nowadays. I thought quitting my job and staying home like he requested me would actually mean that I would get to see him more often.
It's been a week since I saw him and I have been alone in this house all by myself. He is in a business trip and when I called him, he said he will be home soon.
It's always soon with us.
I hear the door unlock and I start to wonder who it could be. I am not scared, the security is over the top.
"You are home." its chase.
He doesn't say anything, just rolls his sleeves as he comes and kisses me hard on the mouth.
"Trevor- we need to talk."
"Not now Hannah, I haven't seen you in a long time and I miss you, I miss this body"
I sink in his touch, his hands and touch distracting me, but I pull away, walking some few steps away from him. He look irritated but he hides it so well I might have missed it.
"What's wrong?" he asks me
"I need to get back to work, to my old life this isn't working for me. You are barely at home and all I do is sit b myself in this huge house, alone" I tell him.
He is silent, watching me then he finally talks.
"Why would you want to go back to your old life?"
"I just told you the reasons Trevor. I am a woman who likes distractions and something to do, I don't want to sit here all day anymore."
"You knew what you were getting into when you moved in."
I sense the tone he says this with and I pause to look at him. "What are you saying?" I ask, cautiously
He comes to me and holds my hand "love, we can find you something to do here, but you are not going back there."
"I happened to love my work, I applied for my former position already" I tell him, thinking he is going to be happy I already took a step forward bout this.
What I don't expect is for him to suddenly throw a glass on the wall that I fall back screaming. I am terrified to my core. He looks back and I see the realization of what he has done in his eyes.
"no,no,no, Hannah-" he moves towards me but I walk back, trying to get away from him.
I didn't mean that. I am sorry I have had the worst week and I scared you please forgive me. He touches me and I flinch, looking away.
"Please don't touch me," I whisper, shaking.
He curses out and starts pacing, his hand in his hair
"I want to go out, this is too much for me." I say as I head upstairs. I grab my phone and my purse. I don't have a car so I call a cab quickly before I hear Trevor come running upstairs in the bedroom.
"Where are you going?" he demands
"I need air," I brush past him making my way down stairs and out of the door.
I see him wanting to run after me but the gardener is still around so he doesn't do anything but just watch me as I walk past the gate and out I am gone.
When I am outside the walls, I release my breath, sinking to the ground. The wind whips my face, I feel cold and when I touch my face I realize I am crying. I check my phone and the car is two minutes away so I walk fearing Trevor ids going to come for me.
His reaction is one I have never seen so I am shook but I need space. I don't know what to think of his behaviour at all. This has never happened and he doesn't seem violent so what could be going on with him?
The cab arrives and I get in, giving directions to where I want to go.
I am in the bar, afternoon in downtown, where no one can easily recognize me. It's a place no one would ever guess I know but I happen to like it because of its ambience and secrecy too, tucked away.
I am in a booth, drinking and just overall winding up. I seem to have lost touch, those few weeks I have been up there.
I feel eyes on me but when I look around, I don't see anyone looking at me so I shrug it off. I ignore the feeling until I can no longer. I look up and I see him.
My breath is knocked away, and I can't stop the pull I feel. I feel like the world has faded way and I only see him. It's quite, everything slowing down to millisecond, my breath and heart rate too slowing down, not blinking. It's like breathing for the first time.
"Do you need something else?"
My moment is abruptly cut short and I look at the waitress, who is waiting patiently for my answer, a smile on her face.
"No, thank you." I answer her.
I look again where I saw him, but he is gone. The stranger is gone. It all seems so surreal I am convinced I imagined it all and I am drunk.
This brings me so much sadness I am surprised at myself. I take a drink and just sit there, thinking about it.
"Is this seat taken?"
I choke on my drink.
"I am sorry, are you okay?" worried hazel eyes inspect me, looking at me intently.
"I'm okay." I manage a whisper. i pinch myself a little below the table to verify I am awake.
"May I join you?"
"Yes, please" the strange man from earlier on sits down.
When he I across from me at the table, I realize how immensely beautiful he is. He is the most handsome man I have ever laid my eyes on. It's not the kind of beauty you see from a glance, the rawness of it don't allow you to do that. His features are one of a Greek god from the books of mythology.
He clears his throat and I realize I have been staring. Blood rushes in my cheeks from embarrassment I want to die right now.
"Hi, I am chase." He offers a handshake.
"I'm Hannah."