Saviour (Saviour #1)(17)
“Ahhhh” is all that I can manage as he pulls out almost completely before driving into me again….
“FUCK me Lauren, f*ck me back until you come”…......
Suddenly there are other voices and I hear my name spoken.... I slowly start to wake up, I'm panting hard, I feel like my face is on fire and my heart is racing. Noooooo, I was dreaming, oh my god, I am actually wet and throbbing between my legs, instinctively, I cross and squeeze them together but the moment has gone! I have no idea where I am and as I move to get a better look at the room, I feel pain shoot through just about every part of my body, especially my head. I sit up slowly and look around as events from the past twenty four hours come back to me. I'm in Jo’s guest bedroom. I sit quietly and try to gather my thoughts. My husband of twenty five years has beaten me, for want of a better word, to the point where I have required hospital treatment, it would also seem, he has been unfaithful to me, although my recollection of last nights or this morning’s conversation are somewhat hazy right now, I have run away and left him, my home and all of my worldly possessions behind. I don't have a lot of money, I have no car and nowhere to live and to top it all, I have just woken from possibly the most erotic dream I have ever had, about a man, at least ten years younger than me, that I met in a bar, just last night. Fuck I need sex and I need... No... Want sex with Gabriel Wilde
I cannot believe despite all of the shit I have going on I am feeling so horny, so desperate for him, that all I want is to go back to sleep and finish my dream. Damn those people talking in Jo’s kitchen, I wanted an orgasm! I wanted Gabriel to make me come!!!
I take some more pain killers and try and get back to sleep and back to my dream....
All thoughts of sex suddenly leave my mind as I hear a man’s voice; I know I can hear Jo and Jemma but I can also hear a man talking. Has Jason come here looking for me? I pick up my phone, this is ridiculous, 123 missed calls and 37 voice mails, four of them are from my boys. I quickly send a text off to both of them, letting them know I am safe and will be in touch in a few days and for them not to worry. I ignore the rest as they are all from Jay. All the while I am trying to listen to the male voice coming from Jo's kitchen. I text Jemma and check it’s not Jay out there....She texts straight back
‘No don't panic’
I slowly get out of bed and go into the bathroom. My lip is fat, swollen, and split, my cheek is starting to turn a lovely shade of purple and under my eye is a matching colour, oh well, at least my bruises coordinate.... My hair is a curly mess but there's no brush or hair band to hand so there's nothing I can do about that except run my fingers through it. My shoulder is a bit tender but feels great considering the pain it caused me last night. My finger combing doesn't change a thing about my hair, it's still a mess. I shrug as I splash water on my face. Luckily there is a new tooth brush and tooth paste on the side of the sink. I struggle for five minutes, trying to undo the packaging, the pain killers are so strong, I'm feeling all fingers and thumbs and light headed... but am in desperate need of a clean mouth so persevere.
Jo gave me a pair of sweat pants and a vest to wear earlier but I'm feeling cold now and I find a hoodie in one of the draws, it must be Sean's as it's huge on me.
I walk back down to the kitchen, take two steps in, and stop dead in my tracks, sitting around the table are Jo, Jemma and Gabriel. They all stare back at me, Gabriel’s chair flies back as he stands
“What the f*ck has happened to you, what’s gone on, have you been in an accident?”
He looks from me to Jo to Jemma and back to Jo.
“Sit down Gabe and stop shouting... That's the last thing she needs right now”
Jemma's hand has gone up to cover her mouth and I know what a shocking sight I must be, she starts to cry and I say
“That bad eh?”
She gets up from the table and walks over and gives me a gentle hug, even gentle causes me to wince.
“I'm so sorry Lauren” she says, I start to tell her that it's not her fault, but she continues
“I'm sorry, that as your friend, I didn't know this was going on. I’m sorry that he has done this to you. I will never let Jason or any other man hurt you like this again” I start to cry and she puts her arm around me guiding me over to the large dining table. There's a bottle of wine in a cooler and two half-filled glasses. In front of Gabriel is a whiskey tumbler containing a small amount of what I assume is bourbon in as that is what it says on the bottle next to him.
I help myself to one of the glasses of wine, drinking it all down. I feel pissed off with Jo for letting Gabriel see me like this. I'm not sure if it’s the tablets but my level of anger seems to be excessive and I grip the stem of my wine glass. I sit and look at Jo and motion my head in Gabe’s direction and ask
“Why is he here?” Gabriel shifts in his chair and takes a swig from his glass. I can feel his eyes boring into me and try as I might I can’t help but look back at him. Please, please don't let him be giving me that sympathy look; I just can't believe Jo would invite him here, knowing from earlier that I didn't want him to see me in this state. I pick up the other wine glass and drain the contents. My head is fuzzy and my thoughts all over the place, I’m feeling angry, resentful, and embarrassed. How much information has he been given on the state of my marriage, my life? As if I'm not already feeling mortified at my circumstances, Gabriel's presence just adds to my embarrassment!