The Cruel Twists of Love (17 page)

“
They out Helen, that why I’m in here with you” And kissing her neck he pushes her down onto the bed.

“Shush Helen your dad said I should help myself to anything while I waited for you to wake up.
He didn’t say I couldn’t keep you company while I waited or not to help myself to you” kissing her chin then Helen lips

“
Shower lazy, come on” and squeezing her bum playfully and moving his hand around the curve of her back and kissing each other with the love they both feel. 

“I love you Helen” and kissing her deeply

“Up Helen, I got a surprise at home for you”

              Phillip drives to his house and Helen can feel his nerves radiating off him. She doesn’t know what wrong? Is it something she said or did? He so tense she thinks and she can see his cheeks in his face clenching.

“
What wrong Phil? Tell me please you worrying me” Phil gives her a nervous smile and turns down a side lane.

“
Sorry Helen it’s nothing to worry about but could you do me a favour?”

“
Of course anything Phil” Phillip pulls over in the lane

“I need some release Helen
sorry but suck me off” she done oral before but it will be the first time to please Phil in this way.

“
Here?” she whispers shyly

“
You sucked a penis into your mouth before?”

“
Yes, I given oral on” she stops herself saying his name as she can see Phil’s angry that he not going to be the first 

“
Did the fucker cum?” his eyes flare in his anger

“
No Phil, don’t be like this please” Phil undoing his trousers

“I going to be the only one to cum into your fucking mouth” he snarls at her

“Phillip, not like this please. Why are you acting like this?” she pleads

“
If you love me like you say you do then suck it” she does love him and she can see him moving his chair but not like this with him so cold towards her

“
So you like him more?” he sounds hurt when the tears slide down Helen face.

“
No Phil, I love you” she leans over Phil and takes him into her mouth and her tears continue to fall. Moving her mouth on Phil‘s penis and he tastes sweeter than Alan used to be she thinks. Phil holding on to the back of Helen’s neck and he kneels up so he can sink deeper into Helen’s mouth, thrusting himself deep to the back of her throat and choking her a little. She cannot move because he holding her so tight and thrusting into her deeper and it makes Helen gag a little. He doesn’t stop when her tears continue to flow until he cum’s into Helen’s mouth. Phil holds Helen’s chin so she got no choice but to swallow him. She felt confused by this man who made sweet love to her today, to this cold man inside Helen’s mouth.

“
Sorry Helen, you know I love you” and pulling out of her mouth and kissing her. Helen doesn’t want him to touch her. She feels dirty but Phil didn’t force her, she chose to please him

“
Sorry baby, forgive me?” And he deepens his kiss on her lips and her body betrays her confusion of being used like that when her body responds to his kiss. Phil kissing her tears softly

“I’m sorry Helen, I never pressure you like this again” his thumb stroking her neck up to Helen chin

“I’m just scared you leave me, I needed you to reassure me that you love me, say something Hel” kissing her back into her seat and his hands go to her breasts.

“I love you Helen
please tell me you forgive me” fondling her breasts under her clothes and she melts from his touch

“
Oh, Phillip I love you so much” she whispers

                 There no comfortable silence to make her feel protected
when Phil drives to his house. She fidgets with her hair and strokes at the prickly bald patch. She surprise her hair is painfully growing so quickly with some spiky hair poking through Helen’s smooth skin. Just one day but it feels like a lifetime.

“Helen, don’t fidget. Why are you acting like this?
Christ Helen I only wanted you to please me like I did with you, shit you fucking acting like I forced you” she is overreacting Helen thinks but she still confused at what just happen between them.  

“I’m sorry Phillip. It was like you were a stranger and not the man I love” Phillip closes his eyes for a second and Helen can see the pain in his face.

“I see red when I picture you with him Helen, I know it’s wrong but I need you to prove I’m not a rebound”

“
Oh Phillip you the only one I ever dreamt of and you make me feel so protective and loved. And the only man I want to touch me. You were never a rebound because by heart aches every time you leave me, please believe me Phil”

“
You the only one I have ever dreamt of too and the only one I took time to make love to. You are my life Helen and it scaring me to death how much I feel for you and so soon” her heart leaps when she hears he loves her, it doesn’t matter how many times Phillip has told her, she still glows inside with the words

“I love you too” she watches his smile grow.
They are simple words that mean so much.

           Her Phillip is back with her and happy and humming to the radio that playing. And they pull into his drive

“
The nosy bat has seen us, RUN Helen save yourself” he says when Elsie comes out of her house and towards them. Helen smiles fondly at the old lady.

“I got the kettle on Phil
lip. Will you give us a hand to bring them round” Phil gives Helen an apologetic smile and he opens the front door for Helen

“
First door on the left Helen I will not be long” and kissing Helen on her cheek and following Elsie.

            When she opens the door to the room she
is greeted with darkness. Going over to the bay windows and opening the dusty velvet curtains she turns to gaze in wonder of the room she was in. There a black cast iron fire place in the centre of two large wooden book shelves that covered from floor to ceiling on that side of the house, a floral carpet that clashed with the floral wallpaper on the other walls, there also a floral uncomfortable looking couch with two matching chairs. A flowering nightmare for Helen but reminding Helen of her Nan taste in decorating. She examines the books of classics and the novels of different styles that were separated by the fireplace, his and hers in taste and they looked like they were Phil’s grandparents. Nothing of Phil’s touched the house apart from his room. That surprised Helen because Phil had lived here since he was five. It was like he didn’t belong in the house.

            Helen examines the books to distract her from Phil’s unwanted background. The books are all hard back copies but of no
value, only to the reader that was transported into someone else for the journey of the book. There romantic fiction and cookbooks on one side and suspense fiction, doctoring and bird watching on the other. The Dean Koontz novels catching Helen’s eye and some she haven’t read yet. He was her favourite suspense writer and his style of humour in the characters had her falling in love with the hero of the story. You never knew what you would get from his books with the strange supernatural twists mixed with the suspense of the pages. Helen picks up a copy of Odd Thomas and not bothering with the description of the book because they could sometimes put Helen of reading it.   

“
That not a lady’s choice Helen” Phil takes the book from her and places it back on the shelf and picks up a romantic novel instead.

“
This will be more like it Helen” and he hands another book to Helen

“
You can read it later, when I’m in work”

“I’m not staying tonight I told you Phil, I got collage tomorrow”

“I’m not going into it now Helen, with Elsie here” he whispers to Helen in warning

“I can’t give you the surprise with you in such a mood Helen, so it have to be tomorrow
I take you to collage if you still want to go then…” and stroking her ear and down the side of her neck with his fingers and removing all thoughts from Helen mind with his touch.

“
Teas up you two love birds” with Elsie placing the tea cups on the coffee table by the couch.  

“Phil told me Helen about the mix up at the hospital, why didn’t they wake you before shaving your hair I will never know
and I will braid it for you later that will hide it for you honey” Helen felt uncomfortable lying to Elsie so she just nodded her thanks.

            A few hours later Phil leaves them with a box of hair ties and clips
that belonged to his Mum. And Elsie was patently explaining how to plat Helen hair to hide the bald spot and Helen hears the front door slam. Helen could tell Phil was mad with Elsie for not leaving them after the tea. But it was his fault for asking Elsie if it would be alright if Helen could have her supper there as the kitchen was out of bounds until the fridge could be disposed off. Helen liked the French plat on the side of her head and hiding the vandalized spot of her hair. Elsie undid the plat again.

“
Your turn Honey, just like I showed you”

            It was a little
messier than what Elsie did but with practice she knew she could manage to do it better. It was different to see her hair neatly out of her face because her curls always got the better of her. Elsie was explaining of the different ways she could alter the braiding and still hide the spot until it grew back.

“
Have you done this before Elsie?”

“
Yes my daughter, she lost her hair through the big C. She pulled through but some of her hair never came back ” older people never mentioned the word Cancer in Wales because it was like you were inviting it in if you did, that was half the trouble the fear killed them before they would seek help.

“
So what do you want for supper?”

“I not very hungry, could we just have a sandwich or something”

“Pish Pash Helen, I am cooking and that the end of it”

            Helen is surprised
by Elsie house and with so many cats running around. She was always wary of cats because they could be more aggressive when stating their territories than dogs could and the smallest cat hisses at Helen threateningly

“
Felix that no way to treat a guest” Elsie scolds the cat and Helen keeping a close eye as the others scatter when she passes

“
How many have you got?” and not wanting to know the answer

“
Ten at the moment but they come and go when they want too”

         Helen is relieved to find that the cats are not allowed in the kitchen
because Elsie keeps the door firmly closed when they enter the kitchen. The stew pot hissing on the oven has Helen fascinated. Elsie starts fussing with the freezer and Helen can’t help herself and checks the stew pot.

“
The stew looks ready Elsie, can we have this?” Helen hasn’t had stew since her Nan passed away and she felt like a child again from the delicious smell.

“It’s Rabbit Helen
and no one of your age eats it any more” Helen eyes light up excitingly

“
Please Elsie, I love rabbit stew. My Nan always made it for me when I was little”

“I am disappointed I’m not going to cook, but I will get the bowls”

       Fresh homemade bread with the stew and Helen was in heaven when they eat. And Helen asking for seconds when her host entertains Helen of stories of Phil growing up as a child.     

        There was such a warm glow of comfort inside Helen
when she heads back to Phil’s house two hours later. The front door was left unlocked because Phil had forgotten to leave a key for her and a strange feeling greats Helen when she crosses the threshold of the front door, unnerving Helen when the unwelcoming home greats her. Helen feels like she not alone and she turns all the lights on and listens for any movements there nothing only silence. It must be her nerves from yesterday playing up her fears she thinks. A good book and she can lose herself from the frayed senses she feels inside.

           Picking up the book Phil suggested and swapping it for Odd Thomas
and curling up onto the couch and opening the book. A few hours then bed she warns herself.

          Only it wasn’t a few hours, Helen was reading into the night until the book came to it
s dramatic end. She was glad she didn’t read the description of the book, a man seeing and talking to a dead Elvis would have put Helen off reading a great book. It’s was nearly one in the morning when Helen puts the book back and heads sleepily up to Phil’s room.

          There a light on in his room and she nervously pushes the door open. No one is there but the bed looks messed up and
there are different blankets from yesterday on the bed. So Helen knew the bed was recently used. Helen is scared and she backs out of the room. The thought of Carol here sends Helen heart into overdrive. Helen’s heart stops when she collides with someone behind her. Her hair is roughly pulled back and he pushes her hard into the wall, he’s too big to be a woman and pinning Helen to the wall with his body when she struggles desperately. Pulling her hands up and tying them to a beam with rope. She goes to scream but his hand goes around her mouth and throat menacingly.