Betrayal

Chapter 10

   He had kissed her. She felt nothing.

He touched her, and again she felt nothing.

She wanted to believe him, she wanted to trust him... but she couldn't find it in her. She convinced herself that she was in love with him, she believed that before she lost her memory she loved him, so why couldn't she love him now?

She tried.

She tried to feel something when she was with him. Initiating most of the contact they had before she had to go.

She kissed him.

She made love to him. But she still felt nothing. By the end of it, she felt disgusted, but she would push herself. She had to.

She laid in bed, staring up at him as he scurried about the room, looking for some missing part to a trip wire he was making. Her eyes would glance at the nightstand next to her as she questioned whether the part he needed was in the drawer. She had cleaned quite a bit while he was gone, and she had moved several small gears and other things off of the nightstand and dresser and put them into drawers around the room.

"Ya sure ya didn't see a small piece, all cylinder like? White?" Jolene had no idea what he was talking about.

"No. I saw gears and stuff like that, but I didn't find any tubes." He scoffed and turned around again. She felt her heart shrivel at his coldness. She sat up, the sheets falling from her small form, and leaned over to check the nightstand drawer. He groaned.

"And by the way, it's not a tube. It's a fuse." He told her, his voice low and angry. She sorted through the metal in the drawers, finding only a small spring.

"So it ain't a spring?" She asked him, holding up the small, rusted object between her thumb and forefinger. He sighed, running his hand across his face before turning around and grabbing it from her hand and throwing it against the wall.

"If I wanted a spring I woulda asked ya for a damn spring!" He shouted. He watched as the color drained from her face and her eyes widened. He felt no remorse for her, despite him thinking he would. He stood up straight again, taking a deep breath.

"I'm sorry, honey." The pet name rolled off of his tongue in an unnatural way. It sent shivers down Jolene's back and left her feeling cold. The way he spoke to her didn't feel right. He didn't feel right.

"I'm under a lotta stress right now, as you can see. And as much as I appreciate ya cleanin' my room for me... I have no clue where anythin' is now." Jolene looked down, nodding slowly as he spoke. He smiled at her, placing his cold fingers beneath her chin and forcing her to look up at him. Her eyes met his, and within his she saw madness stirring. She saw instability, coldness, abuse. She knew what she was getting herself into, but she couldn't bring herself to leave.

If what he told her was true, then deep down she should still love him, right?

Then why didn't she feel this way toward him anymore? What was missing?

"It... it's fine." His lips curled up in a blood curdling manner, and Jolene felt as if she had to close her eyes for a brief moment.

"Baby, I promise I won't yell at ya again." He told her. She still had her eyes closed, but his hand had not moved. She could feel his breath on her face, the sour smell of cheap beer radiating off of it. He leaned in, and she moved back, feeling him as he moved closer. He stopped after noticing how uncomfortable she was. He chuckled, his voice low.

"I'm not gonna hurt ya. I won't ever hurt ya." He told her. This promise, however, would be broken. She slowly began to sit back up. Lucas remained where he was, waiting for her to come to him.