Whats yours is mine

What's yours is mine
Chapter 5: the getaway, maybe not

Although his kiss had solidified my soul, I wouldn't allow myself to be so easily pacified. If he thought I was just going to up and leave, then he had another thing coming. I packed up all my things that night and hurried off as fast as I could, throwing everything that wasn't nailed down haphazardly into a duffle and pressed forward toward my new location.

I put the key in the ignition, but something stopped me. 

I saw myself in the rearview mirror and gawked at how weary I looked. My light green eyes were now a dark, eery green and my long black curls were quickly losing their luster. All because Vincent had stressed me to the point of suicide and or masturbation. I cringed at the thought. When I thought of Vincent so many evil, absurd, wonderful feelings came rushing into me at once, but I would never admit that to him. Although I was severely infatuated, I wasn't as dumb as to follow my vagina and not my heart. 

"Yes Esme. You deserve better," I said taking a deep breath. I pulled out of my driveway and prepared myself for a long drive.

......

when I woke up, which in itself was a bad thing, I realized that I had only driven out of my lot, and onto the street where I had somehow been thwarted. 

"I must have fallen asleep?" I said looking around confused. I looked down at my watch. It was the next day and I had gone all but nowhere. If this was supposed to be a getaway, then I was doing a really bad job.

"Shit..."

I couldn't even remember where I had planned to go. I couldn't remember why I was going, and why all my bags were still sitting on the sidewalk escaped me. 

"Ugh what is happening to me," I said bashing my head up against the steering wheel then becoming startled when the loud beep of the horn sounded. Maybe I was going insane. Maybe I was losing my battle with sanity and it was finally beginning to take it's toll. 

"Were you going somewhere?" 

I turned to see that Vincent had been seated casually in the passengers seat of my car. 

"Hmm?" I said, pretending as if to know nothing of previous happenings. 

"You were on your way somewhere?"

"Yes I was! Away from you!" I mistakingly shouted. I put my hands over my mouth.

"Is that so..."

"I had a lapse of judgement last night. I've decided against going with you."

"It wasn't a choice."

My body stiffed. 

"I always have a choice." I said furious but not outwardly so. 

"Youve never had a choice Esme."

"What are you nuts?"

"Did you think you could just up and leave me?"

"Ofcourse! Your, your crazy! "

"Well the world we live in isn't a fair place. What I want, I take."

I felt my heartbeat speed up. The sheer dominance in his voice was enough to send me over the edge and as ashamed as I was for feeling that way, I couldn't help but to wonder what he was like in bed. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.

"I don't have to listen to you."

Vincent grabbed My chin and kissed me hard. I fell limp in his arms, my body succumbing to his soft lips and strong embrace, but I gathered the mind power to pull away.

"No. No I can't go with you."

"You will."

Vincent took hold of me and forceably draped me between the backseat and middle compartment so that my bottom was facing the front window for all to behold.

"What are you doing?! People could be watching!"

"I don't care."

Vincent positioned himself just forward of the gear shift so that he was positioned directly behind me.  He hiked up my dress and unbuttoned himself.

"Oh God no! Please I'll go I'll go! I yelled. Vincent reached forward and placed a firm hand over my mouth.

"Shut up." he snapped. He ran a hand over my bottom as if worshipping it's softness. "You'll enjoy this baby."

I let out an unintentional moan. He felt so strong, so in control positioned behind me like he was and even if I wanted to, fighting him wasn't am option because of how he had me pinned in between the seats. I held my breath and prepared myself for something excruciating. I could already feel his hard member pressed firmly against my back. 

"Vincent please were in a car! My car!" I yelled, embarrassed. I could feel my cheeks heating up.

"Everyone should know who you belong to." said Vincent. He moved forward, his entire body as if using all the strength he had in him and I felt the pressure of my opening being utterly invaded. There was no pain like I had expected, no pleading for mercy as I waiting to feel my uterus trying to force it's way into my throat. There was an intense tinge like someone having released butterflies inside of me, like tiny little catarpillars crawling up my spine. 

"I won't hurt you." he whispered as if this had been some type of special intimate moment when in fact we were in a car for all eyes to see, but that fact had escaped me. All I knew was that there was something threatening to break through my soul, through my very being. 

"Oh God Vincent!" I screamed, frustrated that he hadn't yet made an effort to thrust again. I pushed back into him, coaxing him, pleading to him to continue. He ran his hand through my hair achingly and I cried out like someone who was waiting for release. 

"Shh." he whispered putting his hand over my mouth. He pulled out slowly, so slow I thought that he would pull everything inside of me out with him. He thrust again and my screams were muffled by his strong hand.

"As much as I'd like to finish this. We have to go." he said, pulling out of me once again. 

"No please! Please Vincent keep going!" I pleaded. I felt like I'd explode if he didn't finish, like I'd go utterly insane without him inside of me. 

"Shh. Come with me and I'll give you all you need Esme." he Whispered, his breath hot in my ear. I shivered and tried to regain myself but I was too weak, too unfulfilled. Vincent replaced my clothes and turned me around so that I was lying in the backseat. I'd go with him sure and regret it the next day.

"I'll drive." he said turning the key in the ignition. All I could remember was him, his smell, his feel and the fact that my bags were still sitting in the driveway.