Lone Girl (The Wolfling Saga) (10 page)

I stared at him, not wanting to answer. I felt foolish – childish.

“This is what I get,” said Tom, a vein throbbing in his temple. “This is what I get for taking off with a seventeen year old girl.”

“Eighteen,” I corrected him.

“You might as well be fucking
twelve at the moment,” Tom snapped, turning away from me.

“Stop swearing at me,” I said, my voice trembling.

“You’ve been god damn immature.
Facebook
. What the hell were you thinking? Were you going to update your status? ‘L.O.L, on the run with my teacher!’”

I
glared at him angrily. “L.O.L?” I repeated.

“
I don’t know. Isn’t that what you teenagers say now?”

I scowled. “Okay!
I know! I fucked up, all right? What do you want me to do?”

“I want
you to be honest with me, Rose. If you’re not ready for
us
– for this commitment, you need to tell me right now.”

Tom stared at me, breathing heavily – his chest rising and falling rapidly.

I wasn’t sure what to say. I wanted Tom more than anything. I loved him. I’d already made my choice to be with him no matter what.

“
Well
?” Tom half-shouted at me.

“I want you,” I said in a shaking voice.

Tom gave me a pitying look – but there was something else in his eyes.

“Rose … have you thought about this thoroughly?” he asked.  “About this. About
us
. Have you
really
thought about it?”

I stared at him, wondering what he was implying.

“It’s not too late, you know,” he continued, staring at his hands. “If you changed your mind and wanted to go home … I wouldn’t blame you.”

My chest tightened painfully. “I’ve made my decision
and I’m not going to leave you,” I said firmly.

“It’s dangerous, Rose. Don’t you realize what your life will become?’ He asked, looking at me.  “I’ll be in hiding for the rest of my life.”

“As long as I’m with you, I don’t care,” I replied.

Tom sighed. “I’m just hoping you’ve looked at this from every angle.”

I reached a hand towards Tom, but he moved away before I could touch him.

“I’m tired,” he said. “I’m going to find somewhere soft to lie down.
”

“I think I saw a sofa in the employees lounge. We could sleep-”

“
You
can sleep there,” he interrupted. “I’ll find somewhere else.”

And with that he
limped away without another word.

~

That night I curled up on a flea-ridden sofa in an upstairs office. Trash littered the floor; clearly this factory had housed numerous homeless people. It occurred to me - I am one of those homeless people.

No
, I scolded myself.
Not homeless. I have Tom. Where is he?
He’d put me to bed on the sofa and said he was going to find somewhere to sleep. I’d heard him walking around the hollow factory for ten minutes before the footsteps ceased. I didn’t worry too much. He was annoyed and needed his space – I understood that. We’d resolve it in the morning.

At least that’s what I thought
. Close to midnight Tom came to me, creeping across the office, shifting the trash out of the way with his shoes. 

“What’s the matter?”
I asked groggily, sitting up.

“I just – I couldn’t sleep. I needed you,” his voice whispered through the darkness.

“Need-?” I began to ask but was cut off when his lips came crashing down upon mine in an urgent kiss. I was not complaining; any reason to put off the inevitable argument regarding my stupidity in the morning was fine by me.

Tom’s actions were frantic; he fumbled with my jeans and panties, pulling them off together. He didn’t even bother to undress himself – he simply freed his erection from his own trousers. I heard a wrapper being opened; Tom tore the condom packet with his teeth and slid the sheath over himself in one swift movement.

I’d never seen this side of him before. It frightened me a little, but there was no denying the excitement that coursed through me. I reached towards him, grabbing the collar of his sweater and pulling him towards me in another urgent kiss. He enveloped me in his arms, lifting me from the sofa.

We staggered into the wall, kissing deeply.  I clambered to touch every inch of his skin. I wanted him
and he wanted me, but not like the last time we’d been together. Before, it had been slow and sensual as we savored each moment. Now, our hands were frantic and everything seemed rushed. He couldn’t wait to feel my skin against his body.

Tom kissed me fervently a
s he pressed me against the wall. He didn’t want to waste any time being slow or sensual. He was going to take me, here in the factory against the wall.

I gasped when he hitched me up into his arms
and I wrapped my legs around his hips.

He didn’t hesitate. He pushed his hips forward, burying himself between my legs with force. I cried out in pain and pleasure.

I braced myself on the wall as he thrust. His force was so great I was almost winded. Tom cupped my bottom as he drove into me. With each stroke, his raw animalistic instinct increased, as did my cries.

My body tensed as the passion built with each hurried thrust. Sweat began to bead on Tom’s brow as he dived deeper into my contracting warmth and the passion of the moment sent waves of pleasure rocketing through our bodies.

I buried my face in his neck, breathing in short bursts. Tom was moaning and gasping unashamedly now, his face screwed up in concentration as the orgasm built inside him. I bit down on his neck hard, stifling the scream that was about to escape my lips.

Gripping him hard, I felt my release crash over me like a tidal wave. We came in unison, both of us crying out with the intensity of the pleasure. The quiet factory was riveted with my moans as the orgasm consumed every fibre of my being.

Lost to the pleasure, Tom couldn’t take any more. With a final stroke he held himself inside me.

With the emotional and physical release complete, he held me tightly
and I clung to him. The aftershock and the intense rush of emotions shook our bodies.

Tom panted into the crook of my neck, the pulsating of my womanhood making him twitch.

He released me from his grip and I slid to the floor, unable to support my weight on my shaking legs. After he had tossed the used condom aside Tom stooped and picked me up, depositing me back on the sofa. It hadn’t lasted long, but it had exhausted me.

Tom went to leave.

“No. Stay,” I murmured, tugging at his sweater.

He d
id as I asked, lying next to me so I could spoon him. Exhausted, I drifted to sleep quickly.

Tuesday – 2
4 days to go

I slept surprisingly well and felt refreshed and energetic – which was strange considering I’d had little sleep or food for the last few days.

Howev
er, when I woke I was cold. Opening my eyes I saw that Tom was no longer on the sofa. In fact, he wasn’t in the room.

Getting up, I rummaged around in my bag for a change of clothes, before remembering that we’d left a majority of our belongings in the Ford Escort. At least I had a change of clean underwear – but that was about it. I was in desperate need of a shower. Perhaps Tom and I could find somewhere to clean up. 

After a good stretch I exited the office and wandered down the iron grate steps to the factory below.

“Tom?” I called, my voice echoing around the factory. My stomach grumbled loudly
and I clutched it. “Ugh. I’m starving. Tom?”

I walked through the factory, my backpack slung over my shoulder.

“Where’d you go?” I called a little louder this time.

Perhaps he slept in the
truck
, I thought.
Yes, that would be it.
I wondered if he was still mad at me.

I exited the factory to find the morning crisp and cold. A layer of frost covered the grass. What was the date? I couldn’t remember. November the
something
. The fifth? Or the seventh? I didn’t even know what day it was. They were all blurred together. The time spent inside the Ford Escort seemed like one enormously long day.

Drive, eat, sleep.

Drive, eat, sleep.

And today we would continue the routine. Now was the time of the inevitable drive.

My shoes crunched against the frosty grass as I walked to where we’d parked the farmer’s pickup truck.

There was just one problem. The truck was gone.

I froze on the spot and stared at the place where I’d left the truck just yesterday afternoon. Large tyre tracks led away from the position it had been parked. Fear prickled at my skin and I felt my heart begin to palpitate.

“Tom?” I called, hurrying around the building, looking for a sign of the truck. I
began to circle the factory but there was no sign of the old beat up truck. My breath came in short, quick gasps as I ran, my neck craning every way, searching for a sign of the truck.

“TOM,” I found myself yelling, my vo
ice echoing through the streets.

I came to a halt when I’d completely circled the factory.

He was gone.

Don’t panic
, I told myself.
Don’t panic. Everything is all right. It will be okay.
There has to be a rational explanation. Tom wouldn’t leave me here. Perhaps he’s driven down the road to … to fetch breakfast, or – or something.

No, he would have told me. He would have woke me and taken me with him. So where is he?

I was back at the entrance to the factory now, chest rising and falling rapidly.

The door, which was slightly ajar, banged against its frame as a breeze swept through the street. The sound of paper flapped.

I turned to look at the door. There was a note pinned to it.

As I ran towards it, my legs felt like lead. I ripped the paper from the door, which had been pinned with a thumbtack.