Other side of the world

**WARNING** - Triggering Content

Aubrianne Ivanov

"So sweet!" he whispered, followed by a sound as if it was the best tasting thing he ever had the pleasure of tasting in his life. All while looking at me with those lust-filled eyes. Then suddenly, his hand reaches up to stroke my cheek so softly, and I flinch slightly.

And now, he dared to look hurt at my reaction to his tender gesture. Dropping his hand, he looked down, shook his head as if in an attempt to clear it, and he was right back at it saying, "no, no, no, NO, this is not happening, this cannot be happening," as if remembering I was leaving all over again.

Almost like he is talking to himself AGAIN, he rambles on.

On shaky legs, I stood there, all these questions running through my mind. How am I getting out of this? Is he this upset that I am leaving? Or was he upset that I was leaving before he got with me? What could have possibly sent him over the edge like this?

My body heats up as anger surges through me at my last thought, and the more I analyze what he is rambling out, the nerve of this man.

Yet I am unwilling to move an inch because he must first come out of this erratic state. This is so not Ron, and what if he lashes out at any sudden movement? So instead, I continue standing there observing him, waiting for the right moment to speak.

And you know what? The funny thing about all this is that he should have had patience and let the night play out. Now that was never going to happen, period.

Just imagine, I wanted to be in his arms. I enjoyed his big strong arms wrapped around me, holding me as he always did, making me feel so safe and secure, and this time I wanted more. I wanted to go the distance.

I've fantasized a few times about him kissing me deep and passionately, devouring me, giving me all that was promised, and more. Of course, we flirted many times, but it always ended there.

Who is this standing before me?

Then it was like a switch went on again. Ron looks at me and asks why are you leaving me?

I released air I didn't even know I was holding and was getting exasperated. Feeling like we were going around in circles, still, I cooed, "Ron sweetheart, this is not news, the entire club knew this was my last night and my last dance, and I told you myself so you wouldn't find out from anyone else. What is going on? Please just calm down and talk to me."

I pleaded desperately, hoping he would calm down and listen to reason, letting me walk out of here unscathed.

He quickly shot back a response and, in an almost aggressive tone and manner, "yes, leaving the club, not leaving leaving, as in going all the way to the OTHER side of the WORLD, away from ME." He pointed at his chest when saying 'me.'

Before I answered, I took the time to take off my heels. My feet were still shaky as I was already tired from giving my all on the dance floor.

Darn it, how did I get here? I just wanted to party and relax with my peeps tonight, have some shots, have some fun, eat some cake and let him take me home. Was that too much to ask?

Here, dealing with this right now is the last thing I wanted. Why can someone just burst through the door? Uhhh, I groan.

An uneasy feeling started its way up my spine. I feel he may try to harm me and that I must be in a position where I can at least fight for my life and not clumsily trip over my heels.

I look at him, "Ron," I say after taking a much-needed breath, and then I sighed, "Ron darling, that bit of information was only privy to a select few. You know I keep my work and private life separate. Please don't be mad at me for not telling you the full story or for me being private as I've ALWAYS been."

Well, that seems to light something under him as he stares daggers at me and steps up menacingly close to where we are centimeters apart. He shouts, "THE HELL I can't. What about all we talked about?"

Around here, his voice took on a tender and loving tone, "All the plans we made for when you finished college, plans to be together, plans to start our lives together, I promised to take care of you," he said with so much love and sincerity in his voice I almost believed him.

I took a step back, staring at him wide-eyed, not believing what I was hearing for a second. I could barely contain my scoff, though, finally slowly moving out from my position close to the wall.

I blurt out with my body and stance reflecting my outburst, some hand gestures as well, "Oh come on, Ron, you cannot be serious? Men always come up in here spouting a bunch of crap like that to us all the time, every damn night. You think we believe y'all?"

I asked, giving him an incredulous look.

At least I don't, and I've heard it all before and have yet to see something like that actually happen, and there is a happily ever after.

Give me a break. There may have been only a handful throughout history, but they are very, very rare. I then ask, "What do you think I am stupid?"

I went on while gathering myself and picked up the heels I just took off to get out of this situation, I was beyond upset now with this bullshit, and I needed to try and get out of this room, raise a scene or something.

I wanted to freshen up and join in on the celebration the club was having for me, which I am missing part of now, being stuck here listening to this madman rant and rave on.

"No," was his response, "but you should have and could have believed me, believe in me to be a man of my word. I meant every word," he said, looking at me with sad puppy eyes.

I rolled my eyes. OK that's it!!! I am out of here; clearly, he lost his mind, I remind myself. I was not making any headway, so I stood now to my full height, shoulders square, breast, and ass out, and I stepped to walk towards the door, stopped, then turned my body slightly to face him, looking him in the eyes.

My way of making sure he did not move at my action.

I felt conflicted, but I held firm.

His eyes narrowed and were back to being crazed. I hesitated to continue, but I championed on nevertheless and said: "Ron, that's another thing they ALLL say as well."

I sighed, shook my head, and headed towards the door, hoping he would let me go.

I didn't make it…

This time, I was grabbed by the arm and shoved down on a couch nearby, heels and everything falling from my hands. My body jerks as I land.

Ron hovers over me and quickly adjusts to holding my hands above my head, shifting between my legs as he grinds himself into me. Making sure, I felt his rigid member on my barely covered core, and my body racked with fright in response.

"You think you can just walk away from me? Do you think you could just walk out of my life just like that? You think it will be THAT easy, huh?" He rambles off question after question angrily as spit sprinkles on my face, causing me to recoil in disgust, turning my face to the side.

I plead and beg for him to stop when he continues his actions. My pleas fell on deaf ears—I continued to fight against him. I push my body upwards to push off some of his weight and try to wiggle out from under him.

However, that fight sets him off. It riled him up further, and he ground into me more aggressively.

His face morphed into someone I honestly did not know. It was the mask of a man taken over by insanity.