Dr. Lilith Sternin
06-13-2002, 11:46 PM
A Bleeding Heart
by Bethany and Lexie
Chapter Three
Glancing down at my watch, I tapped my foot impatiently. Frasier was supposed to meet me in front of Macy's nearly ten minutes ago. Normally, I wouldn't be so prudish, but we had limited time to pick out Bethany's presents before retrieving the children from the sitter's. With Frasier, I knew picking out Bethany's presents would be no easy task, and every minute lost would be another minute late for picking up the children.
I started around the parking lot, scanning every corner carefully in search of my husband. He was nowhere to be found. Something was wrong, I feared. This was out of character for Frasier, he always being so punctual. I began to fetch my cell from my purse when I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. I sighed in relief as I began to turn, "Frasier, thank God. I was beginning to--" My eyes darted from my head as I stared at the figure standing before me.
"Lilith..." His sly voice echoed in my ears and I could hear my heart pounding in my chest. At least I thought I could hear it, maybe my imagination was running wild, but then again, there he was standing before me. Flashbacks of our last encounter scattered throughout my mind, and a wave of anxiety consumed me as I merely retorted with a, "How did you find me?"
"What do you mean, my pet? I came to bring you home." Home? My heart pounded more. 'Home' could only mean one place, and I'd rather die a thousand deaths before returning there with him. He stepped closer to me, sliding his hand up my right thigh until it reached its destination. I jumped back, dropping my purse, still clutching my phone to a point the buttons were now imprinted on my palm.
"Don't touch me." I said in a firm whisper. Grinding my teeth in a silent panic, I tried to subtly dial Frasier's number. My eyes were locked with his as he took a step closer, his body meeting mine. Before I could comprehend what was happening, he had reached behind me, tearing the phone from my hand. "What's this? Oh, Lilith. I thought we were above these worldly luxuries. Shame, shame. We won't be needing this where we're going." I watched him chuck my phone across the parking lot, breaking into a million pieces.
"What are you doing?" My voice was shaky, for he started to get that look in his eyes. That look that was absolutely terrifying. Suddenly, his arm was beneath my legs, and he scooped me up into the air. "Put me down!" I demanded, rather loudly. It was if he was deaf to my pleads, as he continued bringing me towards a battered down car. I wanted to let out a piercing scream, but when I opened my mouth all that escaped was silence. I watched that expression on his face as it grew into a psychotic smile, obviously pleased with himself for accomplishing what he had set out to do. Before I knew it, the car was opened and I was shoved in. He had a firm grip on my arms as I struggled to get loose. "You won't get away with this..." I murmured, under trembling breath. "My husband will hunt you down."
Frasier. Where was he? I felt tears sting my eyes as I prayed he would soon arrive. This all seemed a horrible nightmare, I thought as I watched this man, so certainly ill. He was in his own little world of an altered reality as he dabbed on some cologne and unbuttoned his shirt. I sought the opportunity to carefully unlock the door beside me, trying to open it, but not quickly enough.
"Uh, oh... not so fast there missy. Where do you think you're going?" His eyes raced maniacally. "We have some catching up to do before we pick up the children."
"The children?" I was almost afraid to ask. Forcing me along in his little game was one thing, but if he thought for a moment I'd let him touch my children-- "Our children, Lilith." He paused, as if getting overly emotional. "They've gotten so big, I've been watching them." My eyes widened. How long had he been stalking me?
"But for now..." His hands began making his way up my shirt and I froze. No, don't do this. Please, don't do this. I silently begged, my eyes tearing up. I pulled back, but he grabbed my waist, sitting atop me so I couldn't move. My shirt was quickly removed as he began fondling my bra. "Stop!" I screamed, but he just pressed his lips to mine to silent me. I felt a tear slip down my cheek as his tongue met mine and my eyes searched the vehicle for something to use in my defense. I spotted a shoe out of the corner of my eye... my heels had fallen to the floor. I used my left arm to rub his back as a distraction, reaching my other to the ground, clutching the shoe.
I wasn't sure if I had saved myself or sealed my fate, but the only thing I did know was that the shoe had met his head, and he was angry. I tried pulling back as he held his bleeding wound, but to no avail. His arm reached out and grabbed my ankle. "Now that wasn't very nice, Pookie." He shoved me back down, and my head slammed against the car door.
"Don't do this..." I begged through scornful tears. "But, Lilith. I love you." His hands searched my body, tearing off every article of clothing one by one, as his mouth locked to mine, despite my struggles. I screamed endlessly against his lips, in the hopes that someone would hear me. My whole body trembled as he ran his fingertips over every inch of me. I was horrified. This wasn't happening. I cried out in pain as he forcefully pushed my head back down. "Frasier!!" I screamed in a muffled yelp. "Tell me you love me, Lilith." He kept repeating, much like a broken record. "No! No... let me go!" Finally, I dug my nails into his back with all my might. He screamed and the next moment his hand had met my cheek. It stung. I could feel a drip of blood forming, the blow was so hard.
"Stop!" I bellowed, as he lowered himself over me. I was crying like a baby, wanting more than anything for Frasier to swing the car door open and rescue me. To seek comfort in his arms and for him to tell me everything would be okay. "No!" My arms and legs flailed wildly, trying to get him off me. It was hopeless. He had me pinned to the seat and his strength was twice mine. And in that moment, his body had met mine. An emptiness consumed me and I momentarily felt hollow inside, void of any feeling whatsoever. I felt violated, embarrassed, worthless. Salty tears stung the wound formed on my cheek as I laid there, completely dead inside.
***** *****
I blew my car horn impatiently as I waited for the imbecile in front of me to get out of the way. I was already late meeting Lilith at Macy’s and at the rate this traffic was going, I’d be lucky if she hadn't left by the time I got there.
I was greatly looking forward to seeing her, even though it was mere hours since we last met. I always enjoyed the time we spent together and I knew this would be no exception. We were going to buy presents for my little girl's third birthday and, though Lilith had already warned me not to go too overboard, I already had a thousand and one ideas about what we could get. Call me incorrigible, but where my kids were concerned, overboard was not a word I knew to exist.
The traffic ahead slowly began to quicken pace and soon enough I found myself turning the car into the parking lot outside the store. It was reasonably full up so I had to park at the back, nearly as far away from the shop as you could get. I sighed, got out of the car and scanned the area for any signs of Lilith. I caught sight of her standing right next to the very front of the shop and was about to shout out and wave when I saw a strange man walk up behind her and put his hand on her shoulder. She smiled, to my surprise, and spun round so I could only see the back of her head from then on. I didn't know what she thought she was doing.
I did, however, know who he was and realized my earlier observation had been entirely right. He was strange. In fact I donut think they came much stranger. The question was though, what the hell was he doing here, outside Macy’s and talking to my wife? I felt myself growing angry by her lack of any attempt to get away from him. Had she known he was coming? Had she been seeing him at all? That thought knocked the wind from me. I meant had she seen him before and so knew that he was around, but in my head it sounded very much like the scenario of nine years ago. When she had run off and left me alone. When she had ripped my heart out and left it bleeding on the floor. When she had completely destroyed my life, robbing me of my self esteem and the precious time with my children. No, I told myself, I was being stupid, jumping to conclusions. That was all in the past, she would never do that to me again, she loved me. Didn't she? I thought she loved me nine years ago, but she had fooled me then, why not now?
As if to punctuate my point, I watched as her head went down and then suddenly came up right next to his. He had swept her up in his arms and was now carrying her away! I waited for her screams, her cries for help, but they never came. I was right, I saw that now, that harlot had been having another affair with that man, after everything that had happened. After everything we'd been through, she had gone back to him. Back to Pascal.
I was completely numb with the realization, that this woman, who I thought I loved so much, who I dared give a second chance to, could ever do this to me again. And with him of all people. My numbness quickly turned to anger and then rage as they disappeared from sight. I felt the temperature in my body rise dramatically and my fist clenched so tightly around my keys that my palm bled. I swore so coarsely under my breath that I would have shocked even the most experienced sailor. I couldn't believe I had been so stupid to give that bitch a second chance, or that I hadn't castrated Pascal when I had the opportunity. I knew I had to leave now, before I ran over there and made him regret he'd ever been born.
I spun around and stormed back to the car, swinging back the door so hard it smashed into the guy's car next to me, leaving a large dent. Unfortunately for him I didn't actually give a damn. Slamming it shut again, I forced the car to start, ramming my foot down on the gas pedal until the engine screamed. Turning the radio up, I swung out of the car park and sped off down the road as fast as I could.
by Bethany and Lexie
Chapter Three
Glancing down at my watch, I tapped my foot impatiently. Frasier was supposed to meet me in front of Macy's nearly ten minutes ago. Normally, I wouldn't be so prudish, but we had limited time to pick out Bethany's presents before retrieving the children from the sitter's. With Frasier, I knew picking out Bethany's presents would be no easy task, and every minute lost would be another minute late for picking up the children.
I started around the parking lot, scanning every corner carefully in search of my husband. He was nowhere to be found. Something was wrong, I feared. This was out of character for Frasier, he always being so punctual. I began to fetch my cell from my purse when I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. I sighed in relief as I began to turn, "Frasier, thank God. I was beginning to--" My eyes darted from my head as I stared at the figure standing before me.
"Lilith..." His sly voice echoed in my ears and I could hear my heart pounding in my chest. At least I thought I could hear it, maybe my imagination was running wild, but then again, there he was standing before me. Flashbacks of our last encounter scattered throughout my mind, and a wave of anxiety consumed me as I merely retorted with a, "How did you find me?"
"What do you mean, my pet? I came to bring you home." Home? My heart pounded more. 'Home' could only mean one place, and I'd rather die a thousand deaths before returning there with him. He stepped closer to me, sliding his hand up my right thigh until it reached its destination. I jumped back, dropping my purse, still clutching my phone to a point the buttons were now imprinted on my palm.
"Don't touch me." I said in a firm whisper. Grinding my teeth in a silent panic, I tried to subtly dial Frasier's number. My eyes were locked with his as he took a step closer, his body meeting mine. Before I could comprehend what was happening, he had reached behind me, tearing the phone from my hand. "What's this? Oh, Lilith. I thought we were above these worldly luxuries. Shame, shame. We won't be needing this where we're going." I watched him chuck my phone across the parking lot, breaking into a million pieces.
"What are you doing?" My voice was shaky, for he started to get that look in his eyes. That look that was absolutely terrifying. Suddenly, his arm was beneath my legs, and he scooped me up into the air. "Put me down!" I demanded, rather loudly. It was if he was deaf to my pleads, as he continued bringing me towards a battered down car. I wanted to let out a piercing scream, but when I opened my mouth all that escaped was silence. I watched that expression on his face as it grew into a psychotic smile, obviously pleased with himself for accomplishing what he had set out to do. Before I knew it, the car was opened and I was shoved in. He had a firm grip on my arms as I struggled to get loose. "You won't get away with this..." I murmured, under trembling breath. "My husband will hunt you down."
Frasier. Where was he? I felt tears sting my eyes as I prayed he would soon arrive. This all seemed a horrible nightmare, I thought as I watched this man, so certainly ill. He was in his own little world of an altered reality as he dabbed on some cologne and unbuttoned his shirt. I sought the opportunity to carefully unlock the door beside me, trying to open it, but not quickly enough.
"Uh, oh... not so fast there missy. Where do you think you're going?" His eyes raced maniacally. "We have some catching up to do before we pick up the children."
"The children?" I was almost afraid to ask. Forcing me along in his little game was one thing, but if he thought for a moment I'd let him touch my children-- "Our children, Lilith." He paused, as if getting overly emotional. "They've gotten so big, I've been watching them." My eyes widened. How long had he been stalking me?
"But for now..." His hands began making his way up my shirt and I froze. No, don't do this. Please, don't do this. I silently begged, my eyes tearing up. I pulled back, but he grabbed my waist, sitting atop me so I couldn't move. My shirt was quickly removed as he began fondling my bra. "Stop!" I screamed, but he just pressed his lips to mine to silent me. I felt a tear slip down my cheek as his tongue met mine and my eyes searched the vehicle for something to use in my defense. I spotted a shoe out of the corner of my eye... my heels had fallen to the floor. I used my left arm to rub his back as a distraction, reaching my other to the ground, clutching the shoe.
I wasn't sure if I had saved myself or sealed my fate, but the only thing I did know was that the shoe had met his head, and he was angry. I tried pulling back as he held his bleeding wound, but to no avail. His arm reached out and grabbed my ankle. "Now that wasn't very nice, Pookie." He shoved me back down, and my head slammed against the car door.
"Don't do this..." I begged through scornful tears. "But, Lilith. I love you." His hands searched my body, tearing off every article of clothing one by one, as his mouth locked to mine, despite my struggles. I screamed endlessly against his lips, in the hopes that someone would hear me. My whole body trembled as he ran his fingertips over every inch of me. I was horrified. This wasn't happening. I cried out in pain as he forcefully pushed my head back down. "Frasier!!" I screamed in a muffled yelp. "Tell me you love me, Lilith." He kept repeating, much like a broken record. "No! No... let me go!" Finally, I dug my nails into his back with all my might. He screamed and the next moment his hand had met my cheek. It stung. I could feel a drip of blood forming, the blow was so hard.
"Stop!" I bellowed, as he lowered himself over me. I was crying like a baby, wanting more than anything for Frasier to swing the car door open and rescue me. To seek comfort in his arms and for him to tell me everything would be okay. "No!" My arms and legs flailed wildly, trying to get him off me. It was hopeless. He had me pinned to the seat and his strength was twice mine. And in that moment, his body had met mine. An emptiness consumed me and I momentarily felt hollow inside, void of any feeling whatsoever. I felt violated, embarrassed, worthless. Salty tears stung the wound formed on my cheek as I laid there, completely dead inside.
***** *****
I blew my car horn impatiently as I waited for the imbecile in front of me to get out of the way. I was already late meeting Lilith at Macy’s and at the rate this traffic was going, I’d be lucky if she hadn't left by the time I got there.
I was greatly looking forward to seeing her, even though it was mere hours since we last met. I always enjoyed the time we spent together and I knew this would be no exception. We were going to buy presents for my little girl's third birthday and, though Lilith had already warned me not to go too overboard, I already had a thousand and one ideas about what we could get. Call me incorrigible, but where my kids were concerned, overboard was not a word I knew to exist.
The traffic ahead slowly began to quicken pace and soon enough I found myself turning the car into the parking lot outside the store. It was reasonably full up so I had to park at the back, nearly as far away from the shop as you could get. I sighed, got out of the car and scanned the area for any signs of Lilith. I caught sight of her standing right next to the very front of the shop and was about to shout out and wave when I saw a strange man walk up behind her and put his hand on her shoulder. She smiled, to my surprise, and spun round so I could only see the back of her head from then on. I didn't know what she thought she was doing.
I did, however, know who he was and realized my earlier observation had been entirely right. He was strange. In fact I donut think they came much stranger. The question was though, what the hell was he doing here, outside Macy’s and talking to my wife? I felt myself growing angry by her lack of any attempt to get away from him. Had she known he was coming? Had she been seeing him at all? That thought knocked the wind from me. I meant had she seen him before and so knew that he was around, but in my head it sounded very much like the scenario of nine years ago. When she had run off and left me alone. When she had ripped my heart out and left it bleeding on the floor. When she had completely destroyed my life, robbing me of my self esteem and the precious time with my children. No, I told myself, I was being stupid, jumping to conclusions. That was all in the past, she would never do that to me again, she loved me. Didn't she? I thought she loved me nine years ago, but she had fooled me then, why not now?
As if to punctuate my point, I watched as her head went down and then suddenly came up right next to his. He had swept her up in his arms and was now carrying her away! I waited for her screams, her cries for help, but they never came. I was right, I saw that now, that harlot had been having another affair with that man, after everything that had happened. After everything we'd been through, she had gone back to him. Back to Pascal.
I was completely numb with the realization, that this woman, who I thought I loved so much, who I dared give a second chance to, could ever do this to me again. And with him of all people. My numbness quickly turned to anger and then rage as they disappeared from sight. I felt the temperature in my body rise dramatically and my fist clenched so tightly around my keys that my palm bled. I swore so coarsely under my breath that I would have shocked even the most experienced sailor. I couldn't believe I had been so stupid to give that bitch a second chance, or that I hadn't castrated Pascal when I had the opportunity. I knew I had to leave now, before I ran over there and made him regret he'd ever been born.
I spun around and stormed back to the car, swinging back the door so hard it smashed into the guy's car next to me, leaving a large dent. Unfortunately for him I didn't actually give a damn. Slamming it shut again, I forced the car to start, ramming my foot down on the gas pedal until the engine screamed. Turning the radio up, I swung out of the car park and sped off down the road as fast as I could.