Ultraviolence by patrick heneghan (golden son ebook txt) 📕

"I know I felt it before, I just never felt it with you." He whispered , his lips grazing my neck.

I felt like I was going to break into a million pieces on the bedroom floor, hate ran through every nerve like a wild fire. Yet, I still stay calm. I know that anything I could do to defend myself could backfire, everything that I wanted to do in this situation was the worst possible thing to do.

Suddenly, I felt his hands move behind him, my eyes immediately followed his fingers. However, he held my chin tightly in his hands, making it impossible for me to see what he was searching for. Before I could even understand what was happening, he lead me toward the balcony outside, the cold wind burning my face. A single magpie rested on the edge of the balcony, its monochrome appearance suited its dull surroundings. I looked at the lacklustre sun resting behind the dingy clouds, it's sight was harrowing for me. Like something familiar being ripped away from you or something you're so desperate to touch yet is just out of reach.

The moment I felt Ezequiel lower himself to the ground I could tell what was happening. The second I saw him put his hand in his jeans pocket it was a death sentence. Adding to that, the moment he pulled out a golden ring with a single jewel placed on the top, that was being condemned to an eternity of torture.

"Amelia Sparashe," he smiled up at me like a sadist watching me burn in the sunlight.
"Will you do me the honour, of being my wife?"

I felt my heart drop, and I took several steps backwards and felt the cold glass of the balcony door push up against me. I reached for the door and as soon as I felt the plastic handle in my hand I ran.

I didn't know where I was going but I ran any way. Navigating through the long, endless halls, each room now just an echo of the last. I felt the rug beneath me, soft on my feet as ran towards the front door and struggled on the frame. I dug my finger nails to the side of the door desperate to get it open.

Then, as if the angels blessed me on that day, the small glass window in the centre of the door slid out of its frame. I desperately started calling out for help, but as soon as I began to release the air from my lungs I felt a warm hand clasp around my mouth and pull me away from the gates of heaven. I twisted in him arms desperate for escape, but it never came.

Ezequiel held me against the wall and drove his knee deep into my stomach. I felt a sharp pain erupt across my whole body. Then he did it again. And again. My lungs were gasping for air that would never come, like a fish lying on the shore of an empty beach.

"Okay," I scream, my head facing the ceiling "I'll do it."

~~~~~~~~later that night~~~~~~~~

I lay awake in Ezequiel's cold bed as a monster sleeps peacefully next to me, it's hand lays across my chest like an animal protecting its territory. I watch as a gentle breeze floats through the curtains,revealing the kind light of the moon. Cautiously, I check if he is awake by nudging him gently, when he does not move I decide it's the perfect moment to strike.

Finally, I begin to feel more familiar with the place. I first head to the kitchen, the tile floor was cold on my bare feet yet still reassuring. I glide my hands across the stainless steel handles to find what I was looking for. After a few trial and error attempts I find what I was looking for; a single zip lock bag and a broom stick.

Next, I look for the cameras. The wires a mess like knotted hair yet I still follow them to attic. I had heard Ezequiel there many times yet I could never found out where it was. I run up the spiral staircase in anticipation, each waiting moment becomes unbearable. When I reach the wooden door in the ceiling I am almost overcome with joy, yet I still keep my target in mind. I stretch the broom out to the handle of the door and push upwards with such force that a pile of dust rains down on me.

Once I pull myself up I am greeted by a dim monitor opposite me. The light blue light filled that side of the room however left me in darkness, like a the sky had been spilt across the walls and ceiling.The monitor was held in a white casing, on top of a small jet black table.

Carefully, I pace through the attic, cringing at every creek and groan as they screams through the house. I immediately sit down on the dark office chair once I reached the heavenly computer. I was not sure how to use it but I might as well try. I pressed a few buttons before the video on the screen started to rewind, replaying the last six days I spent at this hell hole. Thankfully, After the torturous moments I lived through, I find the moment I was looking for. tears streamed down my face in sadness and anger, however some were there for the pure joy of finally taking him down.

I burned the evidence onto a DVD and place it in the zip lock bag, I had to hold back a cry of victory as I walked into the bathroom. Slowly, I lifted the lid of the toilet tank and placed my ticket out of here inside, now all I had to do was wait.

With Ezequiel

Alone

Locked away in some room unless he wants to use me like a toy

With my fiancé

Now never alone

[side note: I made a YouTube channel with trailers for all my characters if you would like to check them out look for my youtube  account ptrckhnghn trash_king]

1st February 2018

Tessa

Two weeks 

All the time I had left was confined too two measly weeks. Tears began to stream down my face as I drove my car along the highway, my body was shaking as I tightly gripped the steering wheel. Driving to Ezequiel for some comfort, trying to reach him as soon as possible.

As I walk towards the gate again, I find myself light headed and nauseous. This time the second I press the silver button a high pitched tone comes out of the speaker, followed by a small click. I pushed the gate open and stumbled to the door where Ezequiel was waiting for me.

"I have two weeks" I mumbled into his chest, sobbing quietly.

"Come on, lets go inside." He whispered solemnly, leading me inside his house by my hands

Silently, I sit down a chair in the kitchen as he turns the kettle on. I watch the steam rise out of the spout, it rises up and spreads across the ceiling until it disappears from sight.

Carefully, I hold the mug in my hand as Ezequiel sits across from me with a mug resting in between his hands as well. 

"So..." he begins, awkwardly shuffling in his seat. "when did you find out the cancer got serious?"

"Last night." I tell him, my long finger nails picking the paint of the mug in my hands. "I just didn't know what to do so I ran home and cried for a while. I shouldn't even be here I'm meant to be in hospital but I had to see you."

Ezequiel petted my hair as I sipped my coffee lightly, tears still falling down my cheeks and onto the table. I looked up at his dark green eyes, the forests were held inside them like a prison that only he could set free. I  wipe my tears on my sleeve, breathing in and out deeply whilst doing so. 

Suddenly, I bring my lips to Ezequiel's and I don't pull away. He does. The kiss was cut short by him quickly flinching away from me and turning so his back was facing me. I walk up to him ask what's wrong, then I notice something. 

A slight dent on his ring finger.

I only let out a small noise before his phone started to ring. He held the dark screen to his ear as an inconceivable voice on the other end of the line spoke to him. Ezequiel turned to me quickly before he hung up and put his phone into his pocket. 

"Sorry, I have to go to work." He said, kissing my cheek and leaving me in silence. I was alone.

A cold chill passed through my body like a ghost, I was left alone in Ezequiel's house, a house that may have held another woman. Immediately turned the house upside down. Looking for anything to prove me right.

I hoped I was wrong

I started at his bedroom, throwing his covers off of his bed, inspecting every last inch. I looked through the duvet and pillow cases until I found what I was looking for. 

A long brown hair

Next I check through his wardrobe, nothing was to bee seen besides clothes and shoes, hung tightly compact in the giant structure. After, I look through his bedside cabinet, first I checked the cupboard underneath.

Nothing

However, when I opened the draws I found something, twinkling in the light of the room. A gold ring, large and expensive, a perfect fit for him. Underneath were pictures of some girl in a white room, taking off her night gown. I began to cry again, my face hot with tears, salty when they reach my mouth. 

Quickly, I ran out of the house, not once looking back. I struggled to open the car door, my nails broke off, leaving a sharp pain and a trace of blood at the end of my fingers. Once I was inside I buckled my seatbelt and drove away from this cruel house. The wind was running across my scalp and dried my tears, yet I still felt him there. Painfully, a loud sound came out of the hood of my car, smoke rose out into the sun. I was stuck in this almost abandoned road, the only building here was a little bar called 'the olde star'

Once I was inside I was greeted by the sight of a tall, dark skinned woman, wearing a citrus dress draped over her slim body. She was being berated by a man with a wide, barrel like chest, who I assumed to be her boss. I was just about to sit down when she tripped over my legs. Two photos fell out of her chest, a girl taking off her night gown, the same one who was in Ezequiel's draw under his ring.

"Sorry." She said, a hint of annoyance in her voice as she brushed the dirt of her colourful dress. 

"Sorry, it was my fault." I insisted, helping her pick up the shattered plates on the floor. 

Later, we sat at the bar across from each other, the question itching at the back of my head. We talked about how we moved here, who we met, who