My Butterfly: You Cannot Fly From Me

gressively, feeling that I am in trouble behind the glass slider do

see him better "Do not forg

me. "Marc has a sister? Where is he?" He looked confuse. I replied looking down at the gun a

to be him, not you." I tried not to stumble my words "And

skin "He killed my father and I..." I interrupted him "What are yo

d "What are you talking about?" He looked at me with his big brown eyes into my deep blue eyes when he said "Oh Butterfly, He

o look away from this mad man "I do not

h as you, I am here for Marc and only Marc. His little business trip placed a snag

hing you would do is run to the cops or warn your brother. We cannot have that." He lifted the gun up to my chin "You and I are going to playhouse.

yself "Shit". I heard Bullet in the backyard barking and trying to get to

at. I slowly opened the door with the treat then grabbe

et. Put that dog into the garage." I wal

the time to try to protect me. As I shut the door, I made him aware "I will ne

bottom of the stairs "Turn in. You are not planning on staying in my room?" He pushed me "where

our phone." He held out his hand. He must have seen me sneak my phone when we walked to the stairs. I handed over the phone as he st

have the gun and I have the control. I can do whatever I want and whenever I want." I felt him push me awa

without looking back at him then made sure I had a towel nearby

d threw the clothes on to th

heard him say as I shut off the water and grabbed the towel. He quickly told the perso

jeans "Can I have that black bag right there on the bed." I pointed to the bed where he was sitting, "What do you need out of

ter that is still drying on my skin as he whispered, "Ooo, no panties. This could get interesting." I snatched the clo

gs in front of the dresser. He placed his gun on

" He reached over to the nightstand to grab the gun "you do as I say". I bowed my head down and laid next to him under the covers. "I will sle

fect body. "How do you know my brother" I asked as I looked at t

NOT a Thug"! He laughed "We went through this before butterfly. He i

side a monster." He turned to me and placed his hand softly on my chin "Oh butterfly, I wish that were the case. My father would be a live and ma

eath in then said,

killer. There is no way. I know we had a tough childhood and he feared for our lives u

l you meet your faith by his hands. Why does he h

rry. I am so sorry. Ple