Only You Sweetheart

Charlotte smiled down at him, she cupped Matt’s face with her hands gently and placed a soft kiss on his lips “I love you so much Matt” she whispered before kissing him again, wanting to taste him. Matt was still smiling when he woke up, feeling a painful thump in his chest as he realised it was just a dream.
“I love you too,” he whispered in the darkness, feeling the warmth of his sleeping wife curled up in his arms.


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Detective Adams threw things out of the drawer, slamming them on the ground growling loudly.
“Jason! Be a little more careful, we don’t even know if this guy has done anything wrong.” Detective Knowles turned to his partner.
“Oh please, you know as well as I do nobody just up and leaves their home and leaves half of their stuff behind”
“He might just be on holiday”
“Yes, or he might be a psycho kidnapper. I thought you were desperate to figure out this case?”
“I am, but throwing accusations around is only gonna land us in trouble. Remember out of the two of us, I’m the one that thinks before they dive right in”
Detective Adams threw a coaster at the other man, narrowly missing him, Knowles smiled at his friend. “Baby”


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Charlotte stared at herself in the mirror miserably, looking at what had become of herself. The hopes she had had for the future, college, a high flying career, luxury apartment in New York City the usual things that everyone wished for, now they all seemed comparatively small to her just wishing to be free or even more so, to just be happy. She knew she could just give up and give herself to Matt, it wouldn’t be so bad … every girl wants to be adored after all, she knew there was an attraction there even feelings but there was the fact that he was a psycho, a problem that couldn’t be ignored. But Charlotte couldn’t shake the feeling that there would be a certain degree of emptiness within her if she were rescued and she would never see Matt ever again, maybe he had brainwashed her? She would recover though, get over it harbour her feelings until they were nothing if that day ever occurred. Wouldn’t she? If the Charlotte of a few months ago could see her now she would be ashamed of herself.

Charlotte held her stomach as it growled loudly, she hadn’t eaten all day. The day had been relatively relaxed compare to most days; there was no major commotion. Matt had been busy downstairs for the most of the day, running errands she supposed. He kept popping up occasionally to check on her, smothering her with kisses now and again, telling her how much he loved her – the usual crap, but still rather a calm day.

She washed her face and started to walk down the stairs, there was no sign of him anywhere. She checked the kitchen and the lounge “Matt?” she double-checked the rooms again. She opened the front door and peered outside.
“What are you doing?” the voice from behind made her jump suddenly; Matt slammed the door and forcefully turned her so she was facing him.
“N-n-nothing, I was looking for you. I couldn’t find you … I was hungry, I was doing anything wrong I promise”
“And why would I be out there?” he hands gripped at her arms tightly.
“I don’t know at the car or something, I don’t know I wasn’t thinking but I promise …”
“I don’t believe you, even if you were telling the truth honey it’s like the boy that cried wolf. You try and escape too many times that even if you are innocent who’s to know?”
“But I am innocent”
“Liar, you were trying to run away from me again weren’t you?”
“No I wasn’t”
“Your lying, I know you are”
“But I’m not”
He shook her slightly and then her onto the couch. “Yes you were, you hate me and now your trying to escape me again, just as I thought you were coming round to me”
“But I was … I mean, I wasn’t trying to …”
“Escape? Yeah you said. Wanna prove to me you weren’t? Make it up to me?”
The answer was no, he knew it would be but she could hardly say it could she. She cowered even more on the couch as he sat beside her and undid his pants, he grabbed at her hand and move it down, rubbing it against him, he was hard and her slightest touch made him moan. All of the anger flooded away, he was relaxed again so quickly, such a personality shift within seconds. He closed his eyes and rested his head against the back of the couch, he whispered her name and released his hand away from hers knowing she would continue, she had to.
She felt the liquid splash over her hands, sweat had appeared slightly on his forehead and he took her hand again pulling it out of his pants and towards her mouth.
“You said you were hungry”
Charlotte stared daggers at him before slipping her finger into her mouth, ignoring the lustful smirk on his face.


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Every corner of the house was searched, enough clues were discovered to be certain that Charlotte had been in the apartmwhicwhich meant Mathew Jackson had to be found he had known Charlotte, whether he had abducted her or not he might know something of her whereabouts though at this point, Detective Knowles was sure he had committed the crime. The evidence was there.


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Neither of them were asleep, they were lying on the floor. Matt couldn’t quite remember how they were lying next to the couch rather then on it but they were, Charlotte didn’t really remember either. The odd tear ran down her cheek as Matt\'s arm wrapped around her, gently stroking her arms. He was busy staring into nothing. He was in the basement, rifling through some junk. She really might have been looking for him and just peered outside to see where he was. Maybe he had just punished her for nothing, and now he honestly didn’t know why he had reacted so angrily. He just was so scared of losing her. He regretted his reaction immensely but he’d make it up to her, make her warm to him again.