“In the shower, now,” he said when he came in the door. The edge in his voice was sharper than usual. I made my way to the washroom, pulling my shirt over my head. “Faster,” he ordered. “Someone’s in a mood,” I joked at his abruptness. He didn’t laugh. He was pissing on me before…
Before It has been more than a minute since I have submitted, and it shows. I have been doing some work on myself for the past few months, reflecting and learning and perhaps even growing a little. I’ve been sitting with discomfort, mining its origins, and reconciling it with my sense of self and future. …
Chapter 8: Brent Ellie was silent on the way home, and Brent allowed it. He was admittedly impressed with her, but knew that their night wasn’t over. She had atoned for her lies, but there was still the issue of her missed curfew to address. Brent had been using his belt to correct any mistakes…
Chapter 6: Brent Brent ate his meal alone, his eyes casually on his phone with headphones in. To any onlooker he would look like a solo diner, perhaps in town on business, watching a video or checking email on his phone. Should someone take a closer look, however, they would see that the image on…
Chapter 4: Brent When Ellie’s location dot on his phone finally began to move in the direction of home, Brent let out a resigned sigh. She would be well over two hours late, which was disappointing considering the breakthroughs they’d had the previous night. Perhaps he’d pushed her too far, he mused- but he supposed…