Pets, not Slaves

“AND WHY IS THERE BLOOD ON THE FLOOR?!”



Imagine that you’re taking a stroll in the countryside. Everything is going well. The trees are in bloom; the sky is blue; the cool breeze is refreshing. You’re humming your favorite tune when suddenly you hear a blood curdling scream —EEEEOOOOWWWW!!!!
Now imagine that out of nowhere, a repulsive creature has stepped into your path. He’s got a grotesque body, horns on his head and a menacing smile. You freeze in terror as this hideous face stares into yours!
Though you desperately wish to flee, you find yourself helplessly frozen. Your heart is racing. Your chest is pounding. You can’t catch your breath. You feel lightheaded. You feel faint. You think you might die right there on the spot.

The monster I’m facing is the ugly truth.

Mariah is actually dead. My beloved Mariah. The reason I’ve gone through all this pain, the reason I’ve stayed alive, the only reason I can smile.

I don’t even realize I’m screaming and crying until Jack pulls me into his chest. His chest is going up and down rapidly. I realize he’s crying as well. He had someone he loved leave him as well. Not only that, but tell him he never loved him.

I sit up and use my thumb to wipe the tears off of his face. He stares at me, his focus off in thought.

“I’m sorry Jack.” I whisper.

He sniffs and rubs his eyes. “I’m-I’m fine.”

“Do you want to go to bed?” I whisper. He nods. I stand up and hold out my hand to help him up. His hands are rough, calluses on his palms and fingertips. This time he’s the one that doesn’t let go of my hand. I thought it would be impossible to ever smile again, yet I feel my lips curl upwards in a slight smile.

We slowly walk up the stairs, my fingers laced in his. He lets go of my hand and pulls his shoes and shirt off and lies down, his face buried into his pillow trying to muffle his sobs.
I pull the covers up and run my fingers through his hair a few times before lying down next to him.

“Alex?” He sniffs, turning over on his side to face me. I feel my heart beat so fast I start sweating. Why did I tell him I like him. How could I be so stupid. Dumb human.

“Do you mind if we cuddle?” He asks. I give him a faint smile and move closer. He drapes his right arm over me, his warm hand on the side of my cheek. My face is just inches from his. I struggle with keeping eye contact with those gorgeous soft brown eyes.

He looks down and sighs. “I don’t want to be alone. I don’t know what I’m going to do.”
Tears start to form in the corner of his eyes and roll down his cheek. I wipe them away again.

“You’re not alone, you have me.” I whisper. The second those words leave my lips I regret it. I can’t look at him again.

“Alex, please look at me.”

Here it comes. Here comes the “you're just a human blah blah blah” shit. I’m so stupid to even dream about being with him.

“I know what you're going to say.” I mumble, still keeping my head down. “We’re not even the same species you're a human you're just missing Marie…”
Saying her names triggers a whole other set of tears. He wipes my eyes with his thumb, just like I did.

“Alex… that’s not what I’m going to say at all.” He whispers. I look up at him, my eyes still wet with tears.
He smiles at me, his normal teeth perfectly straight, apparently unlike me. His smile is so adorable the dark room feels brighter.

I feel him stare at my lips. I kissed him before, but I wasn’t thinking. His hand never leaves my face, but he sits up and pulls me up. His lips meet mine. His soft pink lips lock with mine and start to move, gently nipping my lower lip every once and a while.
I can’t think. Everything feels like a daze. Like I’m some teenage girl having her first kiss. This can’t be real. It’s not Mariah. It doesn’t feel right. It feels better then right...

I pull away, out of breath. I feel his eyes examining my face yet again and I feel myself blush, darting my eyes away from his curious stare. I press my body against him, snuggling my face into his neck. His tall, muscular arms wrap around my torso, pulling me closer.

He lifts his head, slowly bringing his lips to my ear.

“Good night, Alex.” His whispers, sending goosebumps down my spine.

“Good night, Jack.” I mumbe, snuggling back into his chest, an impossible smile on my lips.

Notes

WE OFFICIALLY MOVED INTO OUR NEW HOUSE AND I REALLY REALLY LIKE MY NEW BED IT'S RED AND COMFY AND COMMENT PLZ