by Bailey James
It’s all gone quiet, and I’m hoping they have left. I wait for a few moments, and I hear steps on gravel from around the front. I go to move, but as I step closer to the bedroom, I hear Landen is calling my name. Oh, now you’re worried. You weren’t so concerned half an hour ago. I hear Carrie’s car pull away down the drive. I breathe deep with relief that she didn’t find me. I’m glad she didn’t find me tied to the bed or naked on the ledge. I hear Logan say to Landen he can’t find me. Logan points out that my car and keys are still here. Then I hear the door close and hope they have finally left because I’ve really had enough now. I quietly open the window and edge inside. The warmth of the house hits me all at once, and I realise now just how cold I am. I grab a towel and sigh at the fluffiness of them, they feel so wonderful against me. I stop and listen, but they both seem to have left the bedroom. I sit on the toilet and wee with relief. My body is shaking with coldness, and my eyes are heavy. I have run out of energy, but I still have to get out of here. I grab another towel for around my shoulders and open the bathroom door. My clothes must still be in the living room from earlier. I creep down the stairs, but I can’t hear anything. I see my bag on the kitchen table and rush to grab it. I turn to head into the living room, as I do the twins are standing watching me, arms folded. They both start firing questions at me one after the other. Where have I been? Why am I wet? How did I escape?
I answer none of them, holding my hands out so they can untie me. After Landen unties me I push past them to enter the living room and locate my clothes. Unfortunately, they aren’t where I left them.
“Looking for these?” says Logan holding up my clothes.
I spin round and go to grab them off him.
He puts them up in the air, so I can’t reach. Does he really want me to go off on him?
“First, you answer our questions, Becks?” says Landen.
“Cut the shit, stop playing games, I want to go home,” I say teeth chattering and my body shaking.
“Becks,” says Logan concerned. Landen goes to touch me, but I push him off.
“Don’t touch me, just give me my clothes, so I can get out of here.”
“Becks, you’re so cold and shaking,” says Landen.
“Because I’m naked, now give me my fucking clothes,” I say.
Logan hands them to me, I take them with shaky hands.
“Becks, where have you been hiding?” says Logan more gently this time.
“How did you get out of the rope?” says Landen.
I throw my top on as quick as I can and then my trousers.
“Becks please,” says Landen when I refuse to say anything.
“If anyone should be asking questions, it’s me. Right now, I couldn’t give a flying fuck about anything. Now I’m leaving,” I say.
I go to leave, and they block the door. “Hang on, Becks, it's late and you’re freezing, you need to warm up. Sleep here tonight… I’ll get the fire going, at least warm up first,” says Landen.
“I’ll get you some warm tea. You’ll make yourself ill if you go home like this, you’re shaking, Becks,” says Logan.
I look down at my hands, and I am physically shaking, how on earth will I drive my car? Okay, they may have a point, I guess.
Landen hands me a massive thick cover. “Come on, warm up first,” he says gently.
He guides me over to the sofa where I reluctantly sit. The cover does feel so snuggly, I wrap it around me. Landen builds a fire and lights it. Logan comes back with tea and biscuits and a pair of thick fluffy socks, which he proceeds to place on my feet. I sit and sip some tea as Logan and Landen apologise. I’m not in the mood to talk, and I intend to get warmer and then leave.
Becks Winter
I wake up to the smell of bacon, I hadn’t intended to still be here, but I must have passed out at some point.
I look to my right and see Landen sitting right next to me watching me. He seems worried.
“How do you feel?”
“Okay, I think.” He picks up my hand and studies it.
“Well, you’ve stopped shaking, that’s a good sign. Do you still feel cold?”
“No, I think I’m going to go home,” I say.
“At least have breakfast first,” says Logan entering the room with tea and bacon butties.
I take it off him, unable to resist it. “Thanks.” I begin to eat and they’re both now staring at me.
“Becks, look, we are so sorry about last night,” says Logan as I take a massive mouthful.
“We never intended to leave you tied up.” I grunt because I’m still eating.
“Honestly, we were going to leave you five minutes tops, we just wanted to grab some props,” says Landen.
“Props?” I mumble.
“Yeah, lube and some strawberries, ice etc. But then everything seemed to kick off. Logan got a call he had to take, and then Carrie shows up and barges her way in,” says Landen.
I bite into some more bacon butties because they’re delicious. I think about what he’s saying. Yeah right, who gets a call at around midnight? Maybe it was a booty call.
“Carrie went off on one at us, and she started accusing us of all sorts and starts hunting the house for women,” Logan says laughing.
“Not that it’s any of her business. Anyhow, we are truly sorry, Becks, we honestly didn’t mean to leave you stranded. We were trying to avoid Carrie seeing you, just so she didn’t go off again, damage control shall we say,” says Landen.
“Anyhow, where did you go? How did you get out of the rope? We were so surprised when you weren’t there, and then Carrie started looking, and you still didn’t appear,” says Logan.
“Luck and determination. I stood outside the bathroom window, but then it started raining.”
“Shit, Becks, no way, no wonder you were frozen,” says Logan.
“Fuck, Becks, that’s scary and dangerous,” says Landen.
I shrug as if it’s no big deal. “I’m not going to let two psychos kidnap me, and I’m not going to let some crazy ex see me tied to the bed naked. What choice did I have?”
“Psychos kidnap you?” Logan says looking offended.
“That honestly isn’t how it is, but I can see why you feel like that? But how did you get out of the rope? I did them tight,” says Landen.
“Wiggled a lot, I just presumed you were amateur kidnappers.”
Logan laughs. “More like amateur doms.”
I snort a laugh and raise my eyebrows. “I’m not being your amateur submissive. Unless you’re into that. Are you?” I say.
Logan shakes his head. “Not really.” We all laugh which lightens the mood somewhat, also being warm and well fed has eased off my mood. I sort of could understand what had happened.
I didn’t really want to know about Carrie, she obviously has mental issues, and I am quite sure the twins didn’t want her back. I am curious about what she wanted, but I just want to go home.
“So, does Carrie normally storm into your house and demand to know stuff,” I ask.
“No,” they both say quickly in unison.
“Don’t know what is going on with her,” Landen says.
“I do, she’s realised we are moving on. She doesn’t like it. The attention is no longer on her,” says Logan.
“Do you think she wants you back?” I ask.
They both nod. “She said last night she wants to give us another go. To try again, she promised us lots of things,” says Logan.
“And, are you tempted?” I ask not wanting the answer to be yes, but I need to know.
They both shake their heads in unison. “We would never go back there, Becks,” Logan says.
“She hurt us badly, and we can never forgive her for that, we fell out of love with her a long time ago. Now we just see her for what she is,” says Landen.
“They say love is blind, and we certainly were,” says Logan.
At that point, there is a loud smash from the side of the house. We all jump up and go to look. Car
rie is standing there throwing bricks at my car window.
“You fucking bitch, what are you doing?” I shout as I head towards her, I push her hard and take the brick from her hand. “That’s my fucking car!”
She ignores me completely and focuses on the twins. “You lied, she is here, you both fucking lied to me,” she screams. “She’s a dirty, poor slut, who is just after your money. I’ve done my research on her, she has nothing or no one. She is nothing. She’s just a dirty trucker, she’s going to run off with all your money, you idiots,” screams Carrie at Logan and Landen.
She calm’s herself down, steps towards them. Her voice softens. “I can give you so much more, we can live here, have babies, be well off. Have all the businesses. I’ll even sign them over into your name. We could be so good together, guys, please. I know I’ve messed up. I was confused, and you know what my father is like. I really would like to give it another go, all of us together. We were good together, weren’t we?” she whispers as she steps closer to them and strokes their faces. They are silent just watching her. “I’ll even give blow jobs ago, maybe we could set up a schedule, twice a week fucking for each of you,” she whispers. I bite my tongue, so trying not to laugh.
“Or whatever you want, we can work it out, can’t we? I made you happy before, didn’t I? It was those pills they put me on which sent me a bit loopy,” she says laughing and relaxing. “I’m sorted now, I feel so much better. But I miss you two so much.”
She’s gone seriously gentle with her voice. I wonder if she’s forgot I’m here, maybe I should remind her. I cough, which makes her turn to look at me. She gives me the evilest look ever.
“My car?” I say pointing at it. She ignores me again and plasters a smile on her face before turning around to face the twins. “So sorry about that, I’ll pay for it all, I’m just so jealous and hurting so badly. I miss you two so much. Here, shall we go in, and I’ll write out all my insurance details for you, and we can get it sorted?” The twins say nothing other than to gesture her inside and follow. I’m standing there completely confused with what I just witnessed, did she just seriously weave her little witch spell around them. Did they not just say it’s over, they would never go back there. I shake my head at the craziness and go to my car. All the windows have been smashed, I feel tears forming in my eyes and my vision goes blurry, but I push them back and wipe my eyes. It’s only a car I tell myself. I know it’s only a material object, but I had saved so hard, for so long to get the sports car of my dreams. I’ve always liked driving, note my job as a trucker, and this car is the love of my life. I saved for years to purchase it. I take photos on my mobile of the damage. I really want to get out of here again, I have had enough drama for a lifetime. This was meant to be fun, but I can’t escape with the car how it is. I didn’t want to leave it here in case Carrie has another go at it. I open the bins by the house then I start to scrape the glass inside. No way am I going in to see what’s going on, I didn’t want any part of her craziness. She best pay for it, that’s all I can say.
I continue to clean the glass, and wonder what I should do. When a van pulls up the driveway. A young man gets out and heads towards me, “I’m here to sort your windows, love.”
“Really, wow, that’s quick,” I say looking at the time and trying to calculate how long ago it happened, 45 minutes at most.
He smiles and nods. “Is it your car?” he says. I nod proudly.
“Nice, always wanted one of these myself, one day I might be able to afford it.”
“Took me years to save up,” I say, not wanting him to think it has come easy to me either.
He hands me a form in which I sign. “So, what happened? There’s a lot of damage, luckily they didn’t catch the paintwork.”
“I know, lucky that,” I say.
He simply nods when I don’t go into detail and gets to work.
“Right, I’m all done,” he says not long after.
“Do I need to pay anything.”
“No, all paid for and sorted,” he says waving and getting in his van.
As he does, Logan comes out. “All sorted?” he says smiling.
I nod. “Yeah, thanks but how?”
Just then Carrie walks out with Landen on her arm smiling. Why did I sense this isn’t good. She walks towards me with the fakest smile on her face I have ever seen.
“Becks, I’m so sorry I lost my temper with you, I apologise. I hope it’s now all sorted.”
I don’t smile back, and I don’t believe a word of it. In fact, I don’t believe anything that comes out of the witch’s mouth.
“Okay, I’m just going to grab my bag and then I’m going,” I say walking into the house.
“Oh good,” Carrie says behind me.
Landen comes running in after me. “Becks, please don’t go yet,” he says touching my arm.
I grab my bag and turn. “I need to get out of this drama, Landen.”
“I know, please give us ten minutes to get rid of Carrie,” says Landen.
I shrug. “You needed to get rid of Carrie a couple of hours ago, Landen. You still both obviously have feelings or something for her, or you wouldn’t just let her walk all over you both. She’s a fucking witch weaving her spell over you. I need to leave.”
“Ten minutes,” he says running out the door in front of me.
“Carrie, it’s your turn to leave now,” I hear Logan say as I reached the side door.
“What? But I thought we were going to spend the afternoon together. You know, open a bottle of my dad’s homemade fizz, relax, eat strawberries.” She spots me. “I mean, I would invite you, Becks, but you probably never had expensive fizz, especially not my fathers, and you have to have it a lot to get used to its uniqueness. A hundred pound a bottle in the shops, it’s so nice to have all the bottles I need whenever I need it.”
I roll my eyes at her and walk towards my car.
“No, Carrie, you are leaving, we appreciate that you paid for Becks’ car, but you did the damage to it in the first place, now you’ve sorted your debts, you can leave.”
“What!” She looks stunned. “But I thought we were trying again, you were going to help my dad.”
“No, it’s all in your head, Carrie. We never said anything like we were getting back together.”
“But my dad?”
They nod. “We’ll talk to your dad, we don’t need you, to do that, though,” says Logan.
“Your joking with me, right,” says Carrie. I don’t think she can believe it.
“Carrie, we told you before, and we will say it again, we are finished, we will never get back with you, and you need to leave.”
“It’s because of her, isn’t it,” she says looking at me with disgust and storming off to her car. I throw my bag into my car and get in. I hear Carrie’s car eat the dirt as she angrily drives away. I place my keys in, and both twins are beside me. Holding my hand on the keys.
“Wait,” says Logan.
“I want to go home, I’ve had enough.”
“We know, but just know, we only played her to make sure she paid for your car. We have to keep her sweet, Becks, as you can see she’s about one hair away from being completely crazy. We needed to subdue her, and again, we have to make it look believable, or she would have dug her feet in and been a pain in the arse. I’m sorry we keep making you think the worse.”
I sigh, I played enough games with my parents I really don’t want to play with them too.
“I need to go,” I say turning the key. They look hurt, but I just need time and space right now. “Thanks for sorting my car, let me know how much I owe you.”
They both shake their heads.
“No, unlike what Carrie may think, I pay my way, and I will not take money off you two, ever,” I say.
“Carrie knows nothing about you, ignore her, we know who you are, Becks.”
“Do you, do you really know me that well?” I say replaying what Landen had said to me last night. They both smirk catching the r
eference as I drive away.
I pull out of their driveway onto the open road, I open the top and turn my music up and stick my foot down on the clear open road. This feels better. I think this weekend has been one of the longest weekends on record. But also, possibly one of the best.
I’ve never been more glad to be at home alone than I am right now. As much as I enjoyed this weekend. I mean, the sex was knee tremblingly good with twins. All the other stuff I could have seriously done without, I grab my phone and ring Sophia and proceed to tell her everything that has happened.
“Seriously, Becks, she sounds like a nut job, and to be honest, I think the twins know that. I would seriously stay clear of that one,” says Sophia.
“I know, whatever did they see in her in the first place? I can’t get my head around it, to be honest.”
“Sounds like she played them completely and is just a manipulative little bitch. But also sounds like they played her right back, Becks. They’re on to her. What will you do? Do you think you'll continue to fuck them?”
“I don’t know. I really like them.” Probably too much, my hearts thinking love, but I won’t admit that. “But I don’t know if it’s worth the drama, Sophia. Of Carrie and them being twins. Makes things overly complicated, you know.”
“Yeah, but, Becks, fucking twins, fucking sexy hot twins. You’re onto a good thing, even if it’s only temporary, don’t go throwing it away till you get a few rounds in, mate.”
I laugh, I just don’t know if my heart will take it if I slip deeper. I don’t know if I can deal with Carrie again without punching her.
“I’ll see what happens this week,” I say.
Landen Johnson
I’m kicking myself for what happened at the weekend with Carrie. I’m not sure how Becks is taking it. She hasn’t wanted to see us this week. But she has been on lates, so I’m not sure if she’s just tired. I admit, I’ve pulled back a bit myself, my anxiety has increased about it all. Carrie well and truly fucked it all up, and I’m so angry with her for it. It was the best and worse weekend ever, and I can’t believe it. My feelings for Becks are growing, and Carrie’s appearance just made me doubt myself again. Maybe we should stick to the plan, perhaps we should stop whatever this is before it gets us in a mess again, like with Carrie. It’s stupid of us to believe Carrie would just disappear once we sold the business to her father. It’s stupid of us to believe we could just cut all links with minimum contact.