Surviving Him (12 page)

Back at the hotel with full bellies after a massive three course meal, we order our drinks and watch the girls doing there awesome new dance that they have been learning with a bunch of their new friends by the poolside.

The entertainment is brilliant for the kids and for us adults. The drinks flow and the party atmosphere grows as the night’s entertainment comes to an end. None of us want the night to end, ever,
and so we head out into the town and into the bars.
In Spain children can go into the bats too.

The room is black. I can just see the streetlights peering through the curtains. It feels so strange, like I’m in the wrong room or maybe the wrong house. This just doesn't feel right. There is a strong, disgusting smell of male sweat. It’s so overbearing I can’t seem to breath properly as the panic sweeps over me. Where the fuck am I?

I look through half-shut tired eyes and I can just make out the dark silhouette of a man’s frame at the end of what I assume is my bed.

"Hello. Logan, is that you? Hello, who's there?”

There is no reply from the silhouette. I can just hear the sound of my panicking breath, my own heart beating out from behind my chest as my anxiety increases
.

“Please, who’s there? Logan is that you?”

"No you stupid bitch. It’s your husband. Remember me? Did you miss me?”

I freeze as fear spreads like wildfire through my whole body. My heart is beating a million miles per hour through my chest.

How did he find me? I need to move. I need to get out of here. I can’t move. I am frozen, like a dead bird stuck solid in the ice.

"Why are you here? How did you get to Spain?"

I’m dead. He’s going to kill me.

"Now, Dana, you must be dreaming. We are not in Spain and never will be. You are never leaving this room ever again.”

“But I thought...”

“You thought what? You would live happily ever fucking after with your bit on the fucking side?” He spat at me.

“What?”

Where is Logan and the girls? Where are his parents? Fear and panic force me to sink further and further into the disgusting old mattress. I can’t move my arms much at all.

I am tied to the fucking headboard with some kind of rope. I hope my family are OK. What if he’s hurt them? What if he’s killed them? My body begins to shake uncontrollably while my thoughts drive me crazy. All sorts of scenarios fly through my head, and my mouth becomes dry as I try to think, to talk, to say something through the fear clouding my brain.

"You belong to me. You are mine and no one else will ever have you. All fucking mine. My wife until death do us part. Do you understand that?”

I understand. I understand that he is a complete and utter nut job.

“Yes,” I try to speak.

“What?”

I nodded, "Yes, I understand.”

His ice-cold voice, his dark silhouette is directly in front of me, right in front of my face. The stench of his breath makes my stomach do somersaults, making me feel sick.

“What? Again,” he spits out at me.

“Yes, husband, I understand.”

“That's right, my wife. So why are you fucking around with that sorry excuse for a man?”

“I’m sorry. I don't know.”

He completely sees right through me. I don’t know what to say to him.

“Stay down,” he commands.

I do as I am told and try not to move.

“You fucking belong to me. You are all mine! You want to act like a slut, I will treat you like one.”

With that, he grips my mouth with such force I think my jaw is going to break. I feel and taste his stinking breath as he bites into my lower lip.

I want to scream but nothing comes out and I know it will only make him worse. My scream doesn’t leave my lips; it’s restricted to my throat.

“Where are you Logan? Please help me. Please, someone help me.” It comes out of my mouth as a whisper. The tears flood my eyes. I can only beg him inside my head.

I feel the rough, cold force of something between my legs pushing up into me.

“Please stop. No, don't do this.”

The more I plead with him to stop, the harder he forces the cold object into me. The pain is excruciating. I scream out in terror.

“Please, please I’m begging you. Please stop.”

“Dana. Dana, look at me. Babe, you’re having a flashback. Dana, please look at me. Wake up.” Logan’s voice floods my ears as my eyes flutter open.

“Logan. Oh Logan, thank fuck you’re here. I knew you wouldn’t leave me.

“You’re having a flashback, babe, a bad dream. You’re safe with me. I promise you’re safe. Nobody is ever going to hurt you.”

I was completely disoriented. It takes me a few minutes to realise where I am. Looking up into beautiful, sea blue, kind, warm eyes, I feel so grateful to be looking into them as his big strong arms envelope me.

“I thought at the time when Ian and I were together, that Ian loved me. I thought that we loved each other, but in reality he was nothing more than a monster, eaten up and twisted by his own hatred of everyone and everything that crossed his path. It was a hard lesson for me to learn. I hope that he never finds us.”

I drift in and out of consciousness, trying so hard not to fall back into my nightmare that had been my life. The only difference was I didn’t know Logan then, my flashbacks twisted into nightmares.

I feel the sombre mood hanging over me as I reflect on the hell I had endured not so long ago. I try hard to interact with everyone around me, trying not to show my family how I am really feeling.

Shaking off the memories imprinted on my brain, even while I soak up the Spanish sun on the sun-bed, I lay in the dark cloud of my past, hanging over me like toxic waste.

Logan hands me a glass of wine.

“Hey, Dee. Are you ok?”

I manage a smile.

“I’m cool. Thanks for being here for me.”

George and Susan sit on the sunbed next to us, the banter between them beginning to lift away the enormous depression I have been feeling all day.

Logan sits in front of me at the end of the sunbed. He looks magnificent; his bronzed skin showing off his sculptured, beautiful body. I feel guilty that I’ve been tangled up in my own hell all day and neglecting him.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I’ve not been quite with it today.”

“Don’t stress. Show me your white bits instead,” he laughs and kisses the top of my head with a soft brush, smiling down at me with love and a lust mirroring what is in my own eyes. I take a large swig of the cool white wine in an effort to launch me back to reality, in the hope of cooling down my ever growing hunger and the need to fuck the stunning alpha male in front of me.

The bar staff, waiters and general personnel work hard and very long hours. They are always very polite and greet us with a smile.

“Hola,” they say and wave to us as they walk by. I don’t know any Spanish at all,
but I soon pick up a few words.

They are very well presented; the men in their white shirts and dark trousers, the women in plain white blouses and a black pencil skirt. Both are very beautiful dark eyes and hair, and dark golden skin.

They work so hard that I feel sorry for them working in this heat, and for such long periods. It doesn’t seem to faze them in the slightest.

“Come on ladies,
we better get ready to go for dinner, I’m starving. I wonder what delicious dishes they will have in store for us tonight
,” I shout across to the girls. Kayleigh and Amy jump out of the pool, shouting on their Granny and Papa, looking straight towards me in fits of giggles.

“What are you two up to?”

“Mum, please can we have a sleepover in Grannie and Papa’s room tonight, please?”

I look up at Logan who finds it totally amusing that they had been plotting together.

He smiles and gives them a huge bear hug, wrapping his arms around them.

“You can, on one condition.”

“Anything, Dad.”

They stare up at him, eagerly waiting to hear what they have to do to have a sleepover.

“No fighting whatsoever, okay ladies.”

“Is that all? Yay, thank you. We can have a sleepover,” they screech running over to tell Susan and George.

The delicious spaghetti bolognaise we’ve just had is followed by ice cream. I can’t fit any more food into my belly. There’s a wide choice of dishes: different meats, fish, salads, pasta, rice, and so much more. Logan and George go back for more, filling up their plates, making the most of it. Where they put it all I don’t know.

Kayleigh and Amy have double helpings of ice-cream, they definitely made the most of it. We head out into the town; the streets are lined with bars, clubs, and restaurants. Every doorway has a promoter waiting to pounce on the passing potential customers, drawing people in with offers of low cost drinks and free shots. Drug dealers stand on every corner selling other things to cover up what they really sell. Music fills the night air, the atmosphere buzzing with life.

“Oh my god, I love Ibiza.” Amy laughs.

“Let’s find somewhere and get the drinks in people.”

George is raring to go. He is the coolest granddad I know and sure as hell loves a party. We locate a bar called the Mad Cow.

“Vodka and diet coke?”

“Yes please.”

Logan makes his way into the busy bar lined with people waiting to be served. He orders
everyone’s drinks.

“Oh my god, look at your Dad,” I point over to George. We laugh so hard as we watch him being strapped to the bungee that hovers above a massive trampoline.

“He’s no fear at all that one.” Susan just laughs and shakes her head at him. Up and down he bounces, he must be getting dizzy.

“I think I would be bringing my dinner back up if I went on that thing.” I say.

Logan takes off towards the rodeo and mounts it.

“Look at Dad,” the girls shout in excitement. Kayleigh pulls out her phone to take a video.

“This is so going on Facebook.”

Logan looks so damn hot and sexy as the bull spins him up and down, around and around. I watch and take a deep sharp breath in, his powerful muscles solid as stone, flexed as he hangs on for dear life.

Even through his T-shirt his muscles ripple through the fabric, his golden biceps working against the rhythm of the bull faster and faster as it turns him trying to force him off. But he still hangs on until it spins so fast he can’t keep his balance or maintain his tight hold. He eventually hits the deck. I laugh so much my sides ache.

Susan and the girls are getting tired and gather up their things.

“George and I will head back to the hotel with the girls if I can drag George away, leave you kids to go and enjoy yourselves.”

She kisses me on the cheek.

“Have a good night both of you.”

She really is awesome. I love her to bits.

“Hey, thanks, and goodnight you two. Be good for Granny and Papa.”

And they were gone.

Logan got us another drink.

“Where do you fancy going, Dee?”

“I have no idea.”

I smile up at the super sexy god standing in front of me, entranced. I really have no idea where we should go.

“Just as well I got tickets for a club. There’s a few DJ’s on tonight. Pretty good mixture, what do you think, babe?”

“Cool, sounds awesome. Let’s go.”

“Oh my god what an amazing night.”

It’s almost six am. We have danced for what feels like forever. The club extends out onto a beach, where we watch the sun come up before we head back to the hotel.

“Your amazing, Dee. Come here.”

He reaches up and puts his hand on my cheek and strokes it with his thumb.

He tries yanking down my knickers with his teeth, failing miserably. I laugh as I look down at his mischievous face. He smiles and playfully, pushing me down on the bed.

I hear the tearing sound as he rips my knickers clean off as he finds his way into me. “Look what I found.”

I smile as my throbbing clit begs for his touch, my core clenches as it begs for him to be inside me.

My hands claw at the sheets, my hips moving to meet Logan’s body. His lips are everywhere circling my skin, and my thighs tingle to every soft stroke of his tongue. His hands stroke my stomach and my breasts, releasing them free of my bra. I pull myself up to jump on top of him, but he pushes my body back down on the bed. I suck in a breath as I moan. “Logan please,” I beg him. I need him.

My skin is covered in sweat, my body wanting every inch of his cock inside me. I feel every pore devouring the sensations he is giving me from his skilled hands and tongue.

His body moves over me and I feel his warm breath at my ear.

“Let go, baby,” he whispers rolling his hips against my skin. His tongue returns its orbit, pushing in and out, flicking my clit. My eyes lock on his stunning sea blue eyes.

“I want to see you let go, babe.”

At his words I climax ferociously.

“Oh my god.”

He crawls back up the bed beside me. I pull my bottom lip behind my teeth as I feel Logan’s breath blow across my cheek. His fingers grasp my jaw releasing my lip. His lips crash down on mine and my eyes flutter closed.

“Open your eyes, baby. Let me see you.”

His voice is a low, rough growl as the current of passion so intense, courses through my veins like lightening bolts. He deepens the kiss. I do as he said and open my eyes, gasping into his lips as I stare into his blazing blue eyes. His thumb brushes over my bottom lip as he gazes into my eyes. I whimper as his huge hand behind my neck pulls me towards him, further devouring my mouth for a smouldering kiss. It’s a dominating, controlling kiss, as he slips his tongue in, duelling deep inside against my own. I can taste my own juices on his lips as a moan escapes from my throat. He groans into my mouth as my hands move further down to cup his hard cock. The desire to wrap my lips around him sweeps deep in my stomach, as I break the kiss and place soft kisses down his chest, curling my tongue around each of his nipples. He growls, closing his eyes as the sensation takes
over his body. My tongue trace
s his defined stomach as his hips grind against me, pushing further inside me. His cock is massive. I wrap my lips around the tip. A deep growl escapes his throat as I take him deep into my mouth, the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat, pushing him higher and higher. His hand grips my hair tightly as he tries to keep control. My body is on fire, vibrating as I take him in my mouth. “Holy shit, Dana,” he cries out, his lips grinding as I take in as much of him as I can.