Drowned In Silence

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Elliot

My phone rings from the bedroom and I race to grab it before it goes to voicemail. Dynah is still in the living room talking to Spencer, and is a lot calmer now. I know she is still pissed at me. Shit, I’m still pissed at myself.

Without looking to see who it is, I answer, “Hello?”

“Elliot sweetie. It’s Mom. I have good news.”

“Yeah?” I ask, running my fingers through my hair. I don’t want to talk to her right now. I’m so tired, this really better be good news. I’m still jaded at the fact that they kept such a big secret from me. But, I want to be back home in my own bed with Dynah next to me. I don’t care if she likes it or not, she’s not leaving my side again.

“You guys can come home, they are no longer looking for Dynah. Or you. I sent them in a complete 180, and they won’t be able to figure out up from down. So, it’s time to come home. All of you. Tell your brother, please,” Mom tells me. She’s obviously happy and misses us, but she has no idea how angry I am right now.

“That’s great, Mom. I’ll let everyone know and we will head out on the next flight,” I sigh.

I have so many more questions than answers and my fuse is starting to shorten more and more as the time goes on. I don’t know how being in front of my ‘parents’ will help my anger, but I have to try. I have to pretend for a little while to be okay with everything, even though I am anything but okay.

“We will see you soon. I love you, Kiddo.” Mom says before hanging up.

I pull the phone away from my ear and stare at the blank screen of the phone. “Yeah, you too.” I toss the phone onto the bed and stare at it like it bit me. I’m so fucking angry, but I need to calm down before we get on that plane.

The last thing I want to do to Dynah is take out my anger on her instead of the people who deserve it.

“Who was it?” Spencer asks, coming into the room.

“It was Mom. She said we could come home. She fixed shit,” I tell him. I sit down on the bed and put my head in my hands.

“Are we ready to go back? I mean… We can stay here for a little bit longer if we need to. I know things are… stressful,” He asks, sitting next to me on the bed.

“I’m fucking livid. I’m so upset with our parent’s right now, I don’t even want to see them when we go home. I need to speak to Dynah, make sure she’s ready. See what her ‘plans’ are. I don’t know. I’m ready for my own house instead of sitting here seeing all the pictures on the wall,” I vent to him.

I didn’t notice Dynah creeping into the room until she speaks. “I’m ready to go back. I’m angry too, but for different reasons than you think. I just–” She stops and I look up at her questioningly. “Where am I supposed to go?”

I stand up and cross the room. She backs away from me slowly, her back hitting the wall behind her.

“Don’t run from me now, Little Raven. You can be mad. You can be hurt. You can even hit me if it will make you feel better. But you’re coming home with me.” I wrap my hand around her throat and put my other hand on the wall, caging her in. Spencer takes this as his chance to sneak out of the room, chuckling and shutting the door. “You don’t have any other options, Darling.”

“What if I don’t want to?” She whispers, closing her eyes. I can feel her swallow against my palm. My little bird is still nervous around me.

“I said you don’t have a choice. Where else are you going to go? Back to the motel? Fine. I will slaughter every fucking person who lives and works there, just so you have nothing to go back to. Just so no one can stand in my way. You’re coming to live with me. No arguments. You want to be mad at me? Fine, then be mad. You’re beautiful when you're angry.” I do the same thing I did to her the first day she met me, I lean down and lick the lonely tear from her cheek. “Cry for me, Little Raven.”

“Elliot,” she says.

I don’t even have to ask her what she wants or needs. I know. However, I won’t give it to her. Not yet. Not while she’s mad at me. I can’t take our anger out on our bodies, she’s had too many men do that to her before.

“Not yet, Darling. Soon, but not yet,” I tell her, squeezing her throat a little more before letting go and letting her free.

She takes a deep breath and gathers herself.

“Then let’s go home. We will figure things out as we go.”