The tiger who loves me (part 3)
I awoke once again in my lover's arms. I was extremely rested, and We were still nude, I just lay there in an ecstasy unlike anything that I have ever felt before. I attempted to go back to sleep, but sleep was always just beyond my grasp. Eventually James woke up and he kissed me gently on the forehead, even though I was doing my best to pretend to be asleep, he knew I was faking it. He just lay there, stroking my hair, and I opened my eyes. I just lay there, feeling his hand stroke my hair. I was too tired to object his stroking my arm. The sleep WAS restful, I'm just always tired when I wake up. I begin to scratch and rub his belly, and he rolls over onto his back so i can massage and rub his entire torso.
I rub every muscle in his body in his stomach and back to relaxedness. After this, he rolls me onto my back and rubs it ferverently, loosening my back muscles up. Now that we are both revitalized and awake, we get dressed, me in all black, James in a pair of lounge pants and a t-shirt. "I've got to go to the store and get some things, do you need anything?" I ask him as I get my shoes on. "Yeah, actually, could you get us some listerine, we used the last of it when we brushed our teeth this morning." "Oh yeah! Thats right, we did, thanks for reminding me." I say to him as I head to the door. "I should be back in about an hour, I won't be too long, good bye." I reply to his good bye. I step outside the house and start heading northwest. The store is about a good 5-6 miles away, and I would probably spend an hour to go one way, get what we needed, and get home.
***As I start walking home, I see about 6-7 kids on bikes, all my age, all jealous of me for having gotten out of school 2 years before they would. "Well, well, well, what do we have here, is the little gothic bitch taking some groceries home for a mission?" the leader, Ralestine taunted at me. I ignored him. I could've taken him out in an instant, but I didn't. My training taught me to control my anger, even when provoked, so that operatives didn't go berserk on missions. I just turned my music up a little louder, but then I felt something stab into me. I knew what it was even before the pain set in. I had been stabbed in the shoulder with a buck blade knife, and it was stuck in a pressure point in my shoulder, so I couldn't move my arm. I felt blood run down my arm and drip off my middle finger.
I set down the groceries and turn around.
Not fast enough apparently, because they all threw me to the ground and started to beat me with branches of trees and things like that. Now I was pissed. I got up, punched one of them in the face, breaking his nose, and ran over to one of their bikes. I picked it up above my head, threw it at them, and ran, picking up the bag of groceries as I ran. I ran the 2 miles home without stopping or looking back. When I came to the door of the house the government paid for me, I threw open the door, closed it, and locked it.
I collapsed on the rug after that, my breath coming in ragged breaths. James came running because I knew he smelled my blood. I look at how far the knife is embedded into my left shoulder, and the blade is all the way in. James just stood there looking shocked and surprised that I had even made it home in the condition I was in. I pulled out my leather wallet, put it in my mouth, and while I pulled the knife out of my arm, I bit down hard on the wallet. A small gush of blood came out of the wound as the knife came fully out. While I was doing this, James came to his senses and was pulling the gauze wrap out of the medkit. He then gingerly, yet tightly wrapped my arm. My eyes were tearing at the pain, but I just bit the wallet and it didn't hurt as much. James helped me get up from the floor, because my legs were sore, and we walked into the bathroom.
He put the drain plug in, and started running the water. He then helped me out of my clothes and he took off his as well. He got into the warm water first, then I got in, he was sitting upright and I sat down in front of him. He began licking and washing the blood off of me while I washed his legs because they had blood on them from putting the gauze on my shoulder. He washed my back and my left arm, careful when he came to the gauze wrapped wound. "What happened to you?" James asked, because there were bruises all over me. "Gang of 5 or 6 kids, thats what happened. I broke one's nose and threw a bike at the rest." I replied. "Good," James said "we need to get you to the emergency room." "I agree, I'm becoming a little light hea-" I passed out.
When I awoke, I was laying in a hospital bed, my shoulder in bandages and my head aching a little. "Good, you're awake." I heard James say next to me. I managed a weak, wry grin.
I get up from the hospital bed, and the doctor inforfms me that I will have to miss three days of work even after my vacation because of my job. We checked ouf of the hospital and I notice that they finally gave us a car. It was a Pontiac Grand AM, and a nice one. We drive home in silence except for when we went to get something to eat. When we got home, James and I headed down to our room because it was 11:00 at night. We just wanted to get to bed.
James helps me take off my shirt because of my shoulder, and I crawl into bed next to him. "Goodnight." I say to James as he puts me in a protective embrace. "I wont ever let anyone hurt you again." He said just as I dropped off.