Hi Nicola! I love characters- both men and women. I think an alpha needs to be challenged and show his vulnerability within the story. I always push into suspense because it brings out the real emotions.
That makes sense -- stressful situations have a way of getting under a person's defenses, for sure! Are you ready to play the game? Your challenge words are: hammer, level, drill, Disneyland, zip-tie
So ready! Can't wait to see what you think!
Doll-Face
Part 1, by Rue AllynPart 2, by Azriel Johnson
Part 3:
Fuck.
How did she still get to him? How did he allow her so deep into his heart? How could he rid himself of her clutches?
If he was honest, she was right. He'd fucked up. He'd let his jealousy and insecurity ruin the best thing he had going in his life.
He heard all about this ‘Baxter’. That was the problem growing up in a small town. People gossiped whether you wanted to know or not. All he heard was how Baxter was the one. Baxter had money. Baxter had power. Baxter had her heart.
So Van did what he'd always done.
He'd sabotaged himself. He'd gotten drunk and banged some girl he didn’t even know.
And that was it.
“Earth to Van!” she called out as she took his hammer from his belt.
“Huh? What are you doing?” he snapped out of his stupor.
“I was talking to you and you were zoned out. What the hell is wrong with you? I asked you to fix this rusty nail and you’re acting like I’m on a different planet.”
He watched her walk across an unsteady part of the roof and fear filled his handsome features when he realized what she was about to do.
“Arielle? No!” he yelled as she hit the beam and in a split second, the whole floor gave way.
Fear filled both of their faces as they crashed down onto the level below, dirt and dust billowing up all around them.
They were both coughing and he sat up quickly, ignoring the searing pain in his side.
“Are you okay? Ari? Baby, look at me, please,” he crawled over to her and she was lying on her back, trying to catch her breath.
“I told you it wasn’t up to code,” she said softly as he noticed the blood trickling down the side of her face.
Why was she being so nice and calm?
“Tell me what hurts,” he said, trying to assess the damage.
“My heart because you broke it,” she said as she sat up slowly. “I’m fine.”
He moved away from her and felt the coldness return as her bitterness was evident.
“We need to get out of here,” he said more to himself as he went to get up, but fell.
He looked at her and her face was white as a sheet.
“What?”
She walked to him and smiled a little.
“Hey, you should sit down, okay?”
“Huh? Why? What’s wrong?”
Arielle saw the drill sticking into his side and she reached for him as he turned and saw it himself.
“Fuck,” he said and pulled it out.
“No!” she screamed as he began to bleed from the wound.
Van realized quickly he shouldn’t have done that, but there was no going back now.
“Oh God,” she said and looked for something to apply pressure. She pulled her shirt off and held it to his side.
“I knew you wanted to get naked with me again,” he grinned as he lay down, his face alarmingly pale.
“Shut up. Why are you always such an idiot? You always do things without thinking of the consequences,” she said as she spoke about so much more than the moment they were in.
He closed his eyes and she pulled his helmet off, running her fingers through his hair.
“Hey, look at me,” she said through her tears. “This is nothing, okay?”
“I’m sorry,” he said for the first time. “I should have believed in you. I’ll never regret anything more than hurting you.”
She looked around and found a bunch of zip ties nearby.
Thankful for the help, she tied her shirt around him and knotted it the best she could, with zip ties holding it together tightly.
She tried to get a signal on her phone, but there was nothing.
“HELP!” she screamed.
“It’s okay,” he said, his blue eyes opening and piercing her heart.
“Please stay awake,” she said. “Let’s talk about something else.”
“You were the best thing that ever happened to me,” he said. “Remember Disneyland? Remember the train ride?” he smiled.
Memories flooded her mind and her angry exterior began to crumble.
She was a hypocrite.
Baxter wasn’t just an old high school flame.
He had been right to be upset.
“Hey, is anyone down there?” someone called.
“Yes,” she cried out. “We need a medic.”
“Help is coming,” they called back.
Van opened his eyes again and smiled.
“Be happy, okay? You are one tough woman, and I love you.”
She stroked his cheek and leaned to press her lips against him.
“Please stay with me.”
His eyes were closed and she wondered if he was still with her.
The medics arrived and she was pushed back, a blanket thrown over her shoulders and her view to him obscured.
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Wow, this could go pretty much any direction from here! Can't wait to find out!Find more from Robin at her website.
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