In the Mind of Misty

by Lisa Powell

  “Has he hit you?”

  “No, but he has done everything else,” she said in chilling voice as she stared off.

  “Maybe he is reaching out for you for help Misty”

  “Why Kimmy? Why do you want me to put myself through this again!” Misty cried.

  “I don’t want to put you through anything Misty. But maybe it can help you to understand his actions. I told you he had a dark side. I really didn’t know how dark.” Kimmy looked at her sister. She could tell she was scared but yet cared.

  “I want to talk to Mark Kimmy.”

  “Why?”

  “Who knows him better than Mark?” she sniffled

  “Okay Misty I will have him come over.” Kimmy called Mark and they talked for a while. Misty found out a few things. It was a big decision, a hard decision but Misty decided to see Vince. They all knew where to find him.

  Kimmy, Mark and Misty walked into the party. Misty was nervous. Misty saw Vince before he saw her. But when he did, he couldn’t tare his eyes from her. Misty took a deep breath. She squeezed Kimmys arm and started walking towards Vince. He stepped towards her and she stopped. He stopped when he saw her close her eyes and take deep breath. She opened them and continued to walk towards him. Vince just stood there. He was afraid she would turn and walk away if he took another step. And she was coming to him and he didn’t want to scare her away. It seemed like it took forever for her to reach him. When she got there they just stared at each other.

  “Misty.” Vince said her name so softly and smiled.

  Misty smiled. “Vince.”

  He went to reach out and touch her face but she pulled back.

  “Please Vince.”

  “Sorry Misty, you’re so beautiful.”

  They stood there for a few seconds just looking at each.

  “Do you want to go outside and talk Vince?”

  “About what Misty?”

  “Kimmy and Mark told me what happened at the fair Vince,” she looked at him.

  Vince looked towards Kimmy and Mark.

  “Kimmy is my sister and she was concerned.”

  “I am over it,” he snapped.

  “I don’t think so Vince. It has been 6 months since you walked out my door. And you reacted like that last weekend. And the sound of it, you’re not over it Vince. I wasn’t afraid to go out any more or date. But after what Kimmy told me Vince I am. And I don’t want to be.”

  Vince looked at her. And the thoughts of her being with someone else started getting to him. “I don’t think I can talk right now Misty. I am afraid of what I might do.” His voice sounded low and chilling.

  “Why are you afraid? Are you going to do something to me Vince? What drives you to it?”

  “I don’t know Misty! I don’t know what drives me to it.” He started to shake.

  “Yes you do Vince, you know. But you have to admit things to yourself and deal with them.”

  Vince took a step forward. But when he realized people were around. He knew he had to keep his composer. Misty saw his reactions. She knew she would be okay as long as people were around. She felt a lot better.

  “You do things to me Misty.”

  Misty looked at him. “You were only a fantasy to me Vince, a onetime thing. Something I should have never done. I have regretted it because my fantasy turned into a nightmare.” Misty got braver.

  When she said those words it hurt Vince. He took another step towards Misty. But this time Misty didn’t back up.

  “I want to talk to you alone Misty.” Vince felt his blood rushing.

  “No, I wanted to earlier, but not now.”

  “I promise Misty, I won’t touch you.”

  “I can’t trust you Vince.”

  “Then at least let’s go to a quieter place to talk?” He started to calm.

  Misty looked around and pointed. “How about over there Vince?”

  “Okay that will be fine.” Vince didn’t know why, but he was feeling strange. Feelings that weren’t normal. Vince followed Misty to the open window. It was hot. Misty was hoping she could feel a breeze from the window. The wind was blowing in gently and she smiled as she leaned out it.

  “Mmm this feels good,” she said not realizing Vince was staring at her.

  “Yes it does.” Vince replied as he leaned out it.

  They both looked out into the night enjoying the breeze. It was the same kind of night they had their lustful encounter with each other. They both were silence, then Vince spoke.

  “Do you really regret it Misty?”

  “Not then Vince, it was the most incredible night of my life. But it cost me.”

  “If I was different could you see yourself with me?”

  Misty took a deep breath. “When I first saw you Vince, my heart almost jumped out of my chest.” She laughed a little. “And when you smiled at me it started beating double time. I started thinking what it would be like. I could tell just by looking at you, you were a man that knew what he wanted. And I hoped that it would be me. I just never thought it would have turned out like it did. I thought I would never see you again. I only went to that second party hoping to run into you. I never really went to them before,” she turned and looked at him

  “I never seen you before that night and I was hoping to see you again. And when I did I knew I wanted you.”

  She took a deep breath. “Kimmy kept telling me I was going to turn into an old maid, if I didn’t go out and have some fun. I was supposed to meet her there but she never showed. Then I saw you and my mind went crazy. I didn’t think they actually made men like you,” and she laughed.

  Vince chuckled. “So you decided to have a little fun?”

  “Yes, I got brave.” She got quiet then said. “And look where it got me.” She stared off.

  Vince turned and looked at her. “Misty, after that night no-one I have been with could satisfy me like you did. I looked for you at more parties but never saw you.”

  “That’s because to me I had my fantasy and it was over,” she looked at him.

  “I don’t know Misty something changed in me. I never was like this with anyone else.”

  Misty laughed. “You fell in love with me Vince and you didn’t want to be tamed. So you became abusive towards me. You wanted to punish me for it because you were afraid of it.”

  Vince looked at her and thought about what she said. “Why would I want to do that?”

  “It’s the only answer I can come up with Vince. Do you have a better one?”

  Vince looked down. “No Misty I don’t,” he paused. “When I saw you at the fair and saw that guy kiss you. Everything went black. All I remember is Mark grabbing me and Kimmys voice. I don’t know what I would have done. I thought I was over you.” He looked back up at her.

  “You have to get over me Vince.”

  “I don’t want to get over you Misty.”

  “I am too scared of you.”

  “I want to show you that you have nothing to be scared of.” He reached over and touched her face.

  Misty took a deep breath. “What happens if you get angry with me? Will you make me apologize and make me beg? Will you get me so excited to the point I can’t hardly stand and leave me to punish me?” She started to tear

  “Misty I need to control this. I need you to help me can’t you see.” His voice was soft.

  “What happens if it can’t be controlled Vince? Will you torture me forever?”

  Vince thought about it. He wanted Misty so bad he wanted her back. He had to come up with something. He needed her to believe he would change. He needed her to help him change.

  “Misty please listen to me. Six months give us six months. If things don’t get better if I don’t change I promise Misty I will never bother you again.” Vince was hoping. But he didn’t know if he could do it himself.

  Misty stood there and looked at him. “Six months Vince, but the first time I feel threatened or scared it is over.”

  Vince smiled. “Six months Misty.” He
was thinking he had her. He pulled her close and went to kiss her and she pushed him away.

  “It’s not going to start out like this Vince”. She was testing him.

  Vince felt his blood rush again. He wanted to pull her back to him. He felt it but he stopped it quickly. “Okay Misty okay.”

  CHAPTER 7

  Misty kept putting Vince off. She wanted to see if he was true to his word. Every time he became passionate, she would push him away. Vince felt his blood rush. He wanted to take it from her. He wanted to punish her for not giving to him. But he had to control it if he wanted her. He had to come to grips with himself. He had to admit to himself that she controlled things. And not just that, he had to admit it wasn’t her fault he fell in love with her. She didn’t ask for it. He kept refusing to believe a woman could have tamed him. And he punished her for it. And still, it was hard for him to accept, even though he knew it was true.

  One night, while Vince was over, Misty decided to play his game. She knew it could back fire and it was a chance. But she wanted to make Vince feel the way she felt. She knew it was driving him crazy holding him off. And her desires for him were harder to control as well. He became passionate, but she didn’t push him away this time. She started to toy with him. Vince thought she was giving in. He had no idea what was in store for him.

  Misty became breathless. “Do you want me Vince?”

  “You know I do Misty,” he replied. As he kissed her, his hands slid under her shirt.

  She stopped him. “Tell me your sorry Vince,” as she kissed him harder.

  Vince stopped and pulled away and looked at her, “What?”

  Misty stood. “If you want me Vince, tell me you’re sorry for hurting me.”

  Vince stood and pulled her close. “You know I am,” and started kissing her again

  “Tell me,” she gasps.

  “I am sorry Misty, sorry for hurting you,” he quickly said and his hands found her breast.

  Misty moaned to his touch. Soon both of them had their shirts removed. Vince picked her up and took her to the bedroom. He couldn’t get enough of her. He hasn’t touched her in so long. She was breathing so fast and so was he. He went to reach for her jeans and she stopped him.

  “Beg for me Vince.”

  Vince stopped and looked at her. He knew now what she was doing. “I won’t beg for anything Misty.”

  Misty had to keep going. She had to keep him wanting more. She put her arms around him. She kissed him as he was removing her jeans. He went to feel her and he groaned to the touch of her. He went to remove his own jeans and that’s when Misty got away from him.

  “Misty?” Vince looked at her.

  “Beg for me!” she was trying to keep her voice steady.

  She was standing there naked. He hasn’t seen her in such a long time. He couldn’t stop looking at her. She was breathing so heavy, she was all flushed. She was ready for him and now she stands there and wants him to beg for it! She was taking such a chance. Vince knew he could take what he wanted from her. He stood Misty gasps when she saw him. He saw the look in her eye. He started walking up to her. “Don’t make me beg Misty,” he said. He pulled her close and started to kiss her. Just the feel of his body next to hers sent her into shivers. He felt her reactions he felt the same.

  She tried to push back, “Beg for me,” she gasps. His hands were all over her.

  She was trying to fight against it but it was getting harder and harder. Finally she composed herself and pushed away. “Beg for ME!” she shouted.

  “Don’t do this Misty.”

  “You want me Vince? Then beg for me.”

  He went walking up to her. She started backing away she turned and ran into the bathroom and locked the door. He followed.

  “Misty open the door.”

  “No Vince.”

  “Misty why are you doing this?”

  “You want me?”

  “Yes Misty, I have been waiting so long.” Vince started getting upset.

  “Then beg for me.”

  Vince took a deep breath. He knew the only way she would come out is if he begged for her. He never begged for anything before. She was making him do things he never done before and he didn’t like it.

  “Misty I need you please give yourself to me.” He heard Misty unlock the door. She stepped out and he grabbed her.

  Misty gasps she knew the consequences. “Don’t ever make me beg Misty,” and his lips found hers. But he wasn’t aggressive, he didn’t hurt her. They made their way back into the bedroom. He was gentle and Misty didn’t know what to think. She was expecting something totally different. Vince knew she would be nervous and was expecting something else. He wanted to show her he could control himself. Even after what she done. He did feel himself get angry. He felt like he was going to lose control. But he had to stop and remind himself, that if he wanted her, he had to prove he could control himself.

  Time was going by faster than he thought and he still had to convince her.

  After that night Vince noticed a change in Misty. She became more playful and loving. She didn’t seem to be scared of him anymore. And when she did upset him, she didn’t cower away like she used to. She would tell him she loved him, but for some reason, he couldn’t say it back anymore. He felt it, he told her he loved her a couple times, when he was after her. But now he couldn’t say it. Did he really love her after all? Was his fascination with her over? Did he break her down to what he wanted? All he really wanted was her not to be scared of him and now she isn’t. Now that he got what he wanted does he want to end it? But then that day at the fair came into play. Why did he get so upset? He decided to step out on her to see if he could get satisfied. He wanted to see if he felt guilt. When he did he wasn’t satisfied. He thought maybe it was the woman he was with.

  Misty was working a lot and Vince was careful. She didn’t notice the first time. But when he got home to Misty, he loved her with great passion. It took her breath away and his. Misty didn’t know what got into him. Vince thought he would do it again and again he was careful. Misty didn’t notice. Again he loved her with great passion and she asked him.

  “Vince what has gotten into you?” she said breathless.

  Vince didn’t know what gotten into him. He couldn’t explain it. Was he feeling guilty? Was he trying to make it up to her?

  Again Vince went out. But this time he was a little careless. The woman wore heavy perfume and Vince didn’t realize she left a mark on him. When he got home to Misty and crawled in next to her, she could smell it.

  “What’s that smell?” and she sniffed.

  “I don’t smell anything Misty,” and Vince grabbed her.

  Misty pushed him away and turned on the light. She looked at him and saw a mark on his neck. She jumped up and pointed at him. “You been out with another woman!” she cried. She quickly picked up his shirt and sniffed it. “How many Vince, how many times!” she shouted shaking his shirt at him.

  He got up and looked in the mirror. He saw the mark. He started walking towards her. “Misty please understand…” he started

  “Understand what! Is that why you have loved me the way you have? You have been feeling guilty!?” she cried.

  “I wanted to know if another woman could satisfy me.” Vince said and he reached for her.

  Misty back up and hit him across the face and Vince lost it.

  “Don’t you ever strike me!” he shouted. He pushed her up against the wall. He grabbed her arms. He put them above her head and held her there. He had them stretched so high, her feet where barley touching the floor. He took his other hand and grabbed her face. He went to kiss her and she turned her head. He separated her legs and stepped between them.

  “Tell me you’re sorry Misty.” He said in a chilling voice.

  “No, never!” she shouted and turned her head. He turned her head back. He was squeezing her face tight. She was fighting him.

  “Tell me!” he shouted again. He went to kiss her and she turned aga
in. She was breathing hard. He let go of her face. “You will tell me”. And he grabbed her breast and he wasn’t gentle. Misty refused to say she was sorry. She started to cry. He was hurting her. He stretched her arms even farther. She thought he was going to pull them out of her sockets.

  “Stop it Vince stop it!”

  “Tell me you sorry,” he growled and pulled her head back.

  “Never!” she cried.

  He grabbed her face again and said. “Then you will pay Misty.”

  Misty had no idea what he was going to do next. Then she felt him get closer.

  “No Vince please don’t…” then she screeched. When he was done with her, he released her. She fell to the floor in a heap. She lay there whimpering. Vince walked back over to the bed. He sat down leaned back up against the wall. He just looked at her, lying in a heap.

  In the morning he awoke, he jumped. He looked on the floor. His stomach turned in knots. He choked, when he saw her laying there on the floor, naked, in a heap. He got up and went to her. He touched her and her skin was cold.

  “Misty,” he called and turned her over. Her face was swollen. She had marks on her. He called her name again and she opened her eyes. She stared at him and turned her head.

  Her stare was distant and cold. He helped her to her feet. Her face was expressionless. He got her a robe and covered her. He walked her into the kitchen and sat her down. She just sat there. Not saying a word not making a noise, nothing. He went in and got dressed and came back out. He tried talking to her but nothing. He heard a knock on the door and it was Kimmy and Mark. Vince was freaked out. He didn’t know what to do. He could say she was sick! He thought that would work. Vince took a deep breath and answered the door. Before he could say anything Kimmy pushed through.

  “Misty look what I found,” and she ran up to her sister.

  Kimmy was horrified when she saw Misty. She screamed for Mark. Her eyes filled with tears. “What did you do to her you bastard!” she shouted and she grabbed her sister.

  Mark came running in. She saw Kimmy rocking Misty. He saw the horrified look on Kimmys face. He looked at Misty and he was shocked. He looked at Vince.

  Vince started walking up to them. “Get out of here!” Kimmy screamed.