Chapter 10 Bree
Bree
Iwailed and wailed as I watched his torment of her unfold. Caitlyn. Such a pretty name for a pretty girl, and here he was mistreating her left and right as she did nothing but placate him.
He was abusive and unhinged as his pitiful insecurity flared.
Though not in stature, he was as small of a man as they came.
I stood in the corner of the room watching but not making my presence known to her.
I hadn’t stopped watching her. From the moment they arrived and I stood trapped behind the glass of the window, I watched her—watched him mistreat her.
Her hand was out as she desperately begged him, but her pleas did little as he wound up and threw the vase. It hurled toward her, but it shattered on the wall above her head. Remnants of the glass clattered on the hardwood floor and I silently and anxiously hoped for her to not step back.
“Look at what you make me do, Caitlyn. Look at who you make me become. This is your fault!” he roared. The veins in his forehead and neck bulged. His corded muscles were strained. Pale skin reddened and I feared for her safety.
This was more than an irritated weak man’s frustration; it was pure rage and palpable violence, and the danger to my lovely guest was imminent.
The air turned thick with his ire. Where exactly she had erred was unbeknownst to me.
She was having fun by herself; there was nothing wrong with that. Why wouldn’t he enjoy her feeling good?
“I’ve told you, if you want to come then you come to me for that.” His fists balled, but I had the feeling that she hadn’t come for him in a very long time.
“Mikey, stop!” She screamed as he grabbed another breakable and hurled it across the room in her direction, but he missed her again. It was too close for comfort, but I couldn’t tell if he missed on purpose or if his aim was just as poor as his character.
I wailed as anger surged through me. The glass panes rattled in the windows and she looked behind her before covering her ears with her hands. The sheet drifted down her lithe body and puddled at her feet.
“Fuck you!” Her scream overlapped with mine and I couldn’t tell where mine stopped and hers started.
“What did you just say to me?”
Her hands dropped as my mouth closed. I wanted to hear this, too.
“I said, FUCK. YOU. Fuck you, fuck your narcissistic attitude, fuck your rules, fuck your control, fuck your mama, and fuck your fucking face. FUCK. YOU.”
“My mama... Caitlyn, you have lost—”
“No, Mikey. No. I’m done. We are done. I’m so sick of your manipulative and overbearing control to ensure your fragile little man-child emotions are intact even though I’ve done nothing wrong.
Fuck you.” I stood proud of her and in awe of her strength, though I knew very little about her.
I wanted that to change. I wanted to be with her, or rather, I wanted her to stay here with me.
In her stark nakedness, her cum glistening down her thighs, she stomped across the room and toward the balcony. I followed as Mikey trailed after her.
“Leave me alone,” she insisted as she flung open the doors and stepped out into the dark of night.
“Caitlyn, I’m sorry.”
“Save your bullshit sorries.” She turned on him abruptly, facing him down as she shook with anger. “You’re nothing but a pathetic, manipulative, abusive piece of trash.”
His hand lashed out and snatched her wrist, squeezing it hard enough to blanch his knuckles.
I wailed as I stood looking between them.
He was going to kill her. There was no doubt about that; the only question was what could I do?
I warned her time and again. Didn’t she know? Didn’t she question it?
No, I said to myself, shaking my head. She could hardly be blamed when she had been having to play defensive games since her arrival and now was no time to debate her knowledge of my presence or the wail’s warnings.
He was hurting her. Cait’s face twisted in pain and she pulled at his fingers to release her.
Cait swung her free arm, hitting him first in the shoulder before she reared back again and slapped him.
I watched her hand pound on him in shock, but she didn’t see what I saw in her blind rage.
I watched the anger slowly disappear from his face with every blow he absorbed.
An eerie calmness settled over him and I feared what was to come.
She was in a precarious situation and my boundary was right at the edge of this balcony.
I looked around, hopeful that their fight might have been heard and someone would come to end this ordeal.
But there was no one.
I did the only thing I could; I wailed louder than ever. If it would just get her to go inside then everything would be okay. The doors of the balcony rattled and swung as I screamed and screamed.
Cait’s hands moved to cover her ears and I noticed that he’d let her go.
“Are you ignoring me now?” He asked her.
“Make it stop, make it stop!”
“Stop, Caitlyn. This is what you wanted.” His voice was calm and monotonous as he stared and watched her writhe in the sound of my warning. He stepped forward and I ceased my cry if only to give a moment’s notice. His eyes were dead and focused on her pale body illuminated by the moonlight.
Her hands dropped from her ears and she turned just as he brought his hands up.
It was like time had slowed in that moment, I knew it would come to pass eventually.
He reached out and shoved her shoulders.
Surprise and fear swirled on her face and her mouth opened, but no sound came out.
She stumbled backward and I rushed her, wrapping myself around her in a cold embrace as I felt the warmth of her living body seep into me.
I held her tight, pulling back as much as I could as she hit the railing.
There was a crack in the wood and I feared I wasn’t strong enough as her head dropped back.
I wanted her to stay warm. I needed her to warm me on dark, cool nights as our bodies embraced. She needed to live despite my omen. I didn’t know if I was allowed to interfere with the ways of humans like this, but I didn’t care. I had to try and save her.
Cait’s body swayed and she fell inside the balcony rather than falling through it and I breathed in relief. I did it; I had saved her.
Mikey stormed over and towered over her shocked frame. His anger was back and she was about to take the full brunt of it.
His hand wrapped around the loose strands of her bright red hair and he hoisted her up. She was pulled up to her knees and her face winced as he yanked back on her hair harder.
“This is what you make me do. This is what you wanted. When you refuse to listen and try to make me look like the bad guy, this is what you get, you filthy bitch.” He pushed her head into the balcony and the early signs of a bruise formed on her cheek, but she didn’t cry out.
“Do you think I want this? Do you think I like this, Caitlyn? The way I even have to ask disgusts me. You disgust me.”
He released her forcefully, pushing her to the ground. A sob broke from her chest and I moved closer to her, wrapping my arms around her, doing as much as I could to comfort her.
“Get inside and clean yourself up. You’ve already made us late, and don’t you fucking dare make us any later.” As he crossed the threshold he turned back leaving her with, “I hope you’re happy with yourself.”
My embrace fully cloaked the battered woman in what I found to be an unneeded attempt at comfort.
To my surprise, what radiated from Cait as my body pressed into hers wasn’t pain and suffering; it was pure feminine rage.
The fury of a woman scorned one too many times.
Her tears weren’t sorrowful or sad; they were bitter and spiteful.
Simply an outlet for the rage boiling over inside of her.
With his back to us, her hands moved as she signed, Fuck you.
She knows sign language… Maybe we…
Cait moved to stand and I followed her lead, but I didn’t go after her. It was quiet inside now. A silence so condemning.
Fate was disrupted by my hand and I didn’t know how to feel about this selfish enjoyment of victory.
As I stood in front of the railing, I looked down at the death she would have suffered and only narrowly avoided.
It would’ve been brutal and violent, so undeserving for one such as her.
But him? I ran my fingers over the wounded banister.
I could hardly feel the splintering, but the cracks ran deep and it was plenty frail enough to make do. One more shove…
Ideas swam through my head and I worked through each scenario for Cait’s benefit. All ended with a satisfying death and a new spirit to haunt the manor. I could have fun with him in my spare time. His torment as a game of my own amusement. Yes, indeed.
I marched back into the room behind Cait, who had her head held high and was primed for a fight. This time, I wailed for him.
“Did you hear that?” Now it was his turn to ask.
“It’s probably just the wind,” Cait responded coldly as I slammed the balcony doors closed.