Page 39 of Dirty Monsters

We kept on in silence for a few more minutes when suddenly something rattled, bushes moved, and a small animal popped out and ran across the trail in front of us. I didn’t even get a fucking look at what it was, but the next thing I knew, my horse took off at a full gallop, slamming my balls against the saddle in a painful manner while I tried unsuccessfully to get it to slow down.

I was screaming like a girl, screaming for Wren, but when I glanced back over my shoulder, she was nowhere to be seen. The trail was completely clear.

Bitch. I mumbled under my breath as my horse kept running.

I was finding it harder and harder to stay on because the trail was no longer flat, and at some point, my horse became more of a bucking bronco than a gentle giant, and I knew I was fucked. A tree branch stuck out in the path, and I didn’t see it quick enough to duck, so while my horse kept running, I didn’t. It was like the moment in a movie when the villain gets fucked over by a tree branch. Except it was me.

My world slammed black as my head hit the ground.Fuck.

Something was nuzzling me as I came to. Bristly whiskers tickled my face. I didn’t know how long I’d been out, but I was pissed off.

Bitch fucking left me.

I pushed the horse away from me and realized he had come back and was standing, hind leg cocked, waiting for me to wake up and snorting in my face.

Standing up, I took a minute to orient myself before dusting the sand off my clothes and hopping back on my steed. I would find her and fuck her up. She kept running away and leaving me, kept making me crazy, kept punishing me for some shit I didn't do.

I shook my head. I was in a dark place, and I really needed to get my shit together before confronting her. If I arrived there angry, there was no telling what would happen.

Then again, maybe I needed to stay on the cusps of fucking rage with her. Being nice wouldn’t help, that was for damn sure.

My horse and I took our time heading back to the facility. The sun was out, and spending most of my time inside taking care of residents didn’t leave much time for outdoor activities aside from surfing in the mornings. So, I took my damn time.

If Wren landed in trouble, so be it. Maybe it’d get her kicked out, and I wouldn’t have to deal with her snobby ass any longer. But would I also get in trouble? I was technically in charge of her care.

I needed to stop giving a shit. Wren showing up here changed everything, and no matter how much I tried keeping things level for the sake of my job, it might have been time to admit things wouldn’t ever be the same.

Seeing Wren again, having her back in my life, knowing how deep shit ran for her, and the way she makes my dick feel… I’m so fucked. Normal would cease to exist again. It seemed insane to try.

No matter how much she pissed me off and how much I wanted to slam her into the wall, a part of me still wanted to help her. She couldn't leave this place if she was still addicted to drugs. They would know she wasn't ready, and they wouldn’t let her.

She needed something else to be addicted to. Like every other addict, they jumped from one vice to the next, and Wren was searching for her next fix in any way she could get it.

Driving me crazy might just become her new favorite pastime.

I returned my horse to the stable and noticed Wren’s horse, nice and cozy, eating and enjoying the shade. Shaking my head and mumbling under my breath was about all I could manage as I gave the reins over to the caretaker.

“Wren came back alone and said you left her,” the caretaker said as she took over the horse for me.

“Wren is a lying bitch,” I seethed, not caring how I sounded.

Maybe it was the way my hair was standing up or the blood trickling down my face. Maybe the dirt all over my jeans or the pissed-off look in my eye. Whatever it was, she was able to tell something else happened, but she wisely kept quiet and let me march toward the house.

I didn’t bother fixing the way I was or making small talk with the people I normally chatted with when I walked by. I marched straight to Wren’s room, used my master key to let myself in, and slammed the door behind me.

Wren was not in the main part of the room, but I could hear the shower running and was not in the mood to care. As a matter of fact, I wasn’t in the mood to wait, either.

Locking the door to her room, I turned and made my way to the bathroom, kicking the door in even though I doubted it was locked.

Wren’s scream was loud enough for everyone to hear, but I threw the shower curtain open and shoved my hand against her mouth to shut her up. Her eyes were wide with fear, and she was trying to hide her naked body with her small hands.

Water was raining down on both of us, soaking my clothes and getting into my shoes. I was shaking with anger, fire coursing through my veins. I had never wanted to hurt someone and fuck someone at the same time the way I did now.

Confronting Wren naked was supposed to be to my advantage. It was supposed to make her weak and humble. I might have been reacting to her in a way I shouldn't have, but I honestly thought my anger was enough to soften the steel dick I kept walking around with for her.

“Shut up,” I seethed in her face. “Do not make a fucking sound. Do you understand me?”She nodded and kept her eyes wide, but I saw the fear fading from her expression.“You hoping I died? Hoping I didn’t make it back? Hoping the horse fucked me up?”

She nodded again and stayed quiet, even when I had removed my hand from her mouth.