24. Pack

Raelyn’s pov

I can do this.

Can I do this?

My hands were shaking as I started packing up my clothes. I had made a go-bag once, but this wasn’t just a small bag I could leave with in the night.

Dylan wasn’t here. So I had time to pack.

But why did it feel like I needed to rush this? Why did it feel like any moment Dylan could come back or notice?

He could see me.

I mean, it’s not like he has reached out anymore. As far as he’s concerned, I could have starved. Did he even check up on me?

Did I want him to watch me?

Did I want him to care? It was too late anyway, yet a small part of me hoped he’d care anyway.

That I still mattered to him.

But if I didn’t, it would be easier for me to leave. He wouldn’t care.

But he would. Dylan would care. He wouldn’t be sad. He’d be furious. He would see it as an insult.

I… I… Oh, no…

My hands began to shake, and I dropped some clothes on the floor.

He will be so angry.

I need to… I don’t know what I need to!

I grabbed my phone and called the one person I knew who would calm me down, even if I couldn’t tell him why I was freaking out.

“Dimples.”

“Hey.” I said in a shaky voice.

Instantly Torin knew something was up, “what’s wrong?”

“I’m just… It’s a big change, and I don’t. I don’t know where to start. You know?” I tried to sound calm but was failing miserably.

“Well, I never moved. I still live in the house my family owns. But…” Torin’s voice had a way of making everything better. How did he do that?

“Yes?”

“Well, I would start with clothing.”

“But I only have one bag and, uh,—“ It was hard to even speak with how nervous I was. Like my brainn was short-circuiting, and I lost all the words.

“Do you have trash bags?” Torin asked.

“Yes.”

“Use them for your clothing. Next, your personal items and toiletries. The rest Ruth will provide. And you can always come back, right?”

No. Once I left this house, I would never step foot inside again.

“Thank you.”

“I can come over, you know.” Torin offered.

“No, go work. I’ve got it.” I didn’t want to risk getting Torin in trouble with Dylan.

“So… Beautiful giant, huh?”

I laughed, his joke easing the tension. “You’re still hung up on that?”

“I’ve never had a nickname. Well, Tor, but that’s just short for Torin.”

“I need to pack,” I giggled. “We’ll talk about this later.”

“Oh, we will. Beautiful giant needs an explanation. He needs a kiss too.”

I giggled, “Please don’t call yourself that.”

“Fine.” Torin replied, and I could picture him smiling on the phone. “Call me anytime. Okay?”

“Okay.” I hung up the phone, feeling much better than I had before.

Clothes, toiletries, and anything personal. It’s not like I owned that much anyway.

When I tried to place my phone on the ground, it immediately began to vibrate. Did Ford forget to say something?

“Hey, did you, -” I picked up the phone.

“Lyn.”

Shit! Oh, no!

“Dylan!” I tried to act happy.

“Where were you this morning?”

“Out for a run,” I lied.

He scoffed, “you’re still running? On an empty stomach.”

Torin had given me plenty of food after the picnic. Enough to last a few days.

“I, -…” I didn’t know what to say, actually.

“Where did you get food from, Lyn? Did you dumpster dive? You could have just asked me for money.”

He always did this! Always made me feel like I was crazy. “You blocked my number.”

He scoffed, “don’t be ridiculous, Lyn. I’m your husband. It was just a fight. You could have called me.”

“I’m sorry.” It was a habit at this point to just apologize. It was easier than to argue.

“I’ll send over some groceries tomorrow, okay, babe?”

“Thank you.”

He sighed, “now, what are you doing sitting at the closet like that? You look tired, Lyn.”

How long had he been watching me?

“I, um, wanted to rearrange the closet. And throw away some clothes that don’t fit anymore.”

“When I come back, I’ll take you shopping for some new clothes.” Dylan said. “I can’t wait to see you, Lyn. Only two more weeks. I might just ask to be sent home early because I miss you.” He could be so nice.

“I miss you too.” I lied. I didn’t want him to come back. Ever.

He took a deep breath, “maybe when I’m back things can change. You know? Go back to how they were in the beginning? Like a reset. Maybe some time away was just what we needed.”

Should I tell him I was leaving?

My instincts told me not to say a word.

He had said these things before. He would change for a few days and then be back to his old self.

“I’d like that. A reset.”

“Good. I love you, Lyn. I love watching you. It makes me feel closer to you.”

“Have you been watching me a lot?” I asked as I sat back, trying to act casual.

“Unfortunately, I’ve been really busy. So no.” He replied. “But I can see you now… Turn around, baby.”

I turned around, pretending not to know exactly where the camera was located.

“Take your shirt off, Lyn. I’ve missed your body.”

I did what he said. Arguing wasn’t something that would benefit me. Besides, he couldn’t touch me.

“Fuck, baby. Lose the rest of your clothes too.” I heard his zipper opening.

I felt so dirty, but the sooner Dylan finished, the sooner I could make a plan for packing the rest of my stuff. I’d have to do it at night so he wouldn’t see.

"Touch yourself, Lyn. Let me watch you cum for me." Dylan ordered.

"Okay," I said as I lay down on the bed underneath the blanket.

"Nah, Lyn. Move the blanket and open those legs for me."

I began rubbing between my folds, moaning in the way he liked me to. It didn't really matter to him if I actually enjoyed myself, just as long as I acted like I did.

Through the phone I could hear him jerking off. The thought made me shudder.

"Look at you, you little slut. My whore. God, you're so fucking wet for me."

I was drier than the Sahara Desert.

"Oh, Dylan." I moaned as I arched my back. "I'm going to come."

"If I were there, I'd be making you suck my dick. Making you gag on my big cock." He wasn't that big.

Soon I heard the familiar grunt, followed by shuddering breath. "Oh, Lyn. God. I can't wait to fuck you for real."

"Me too." I lied.

"Well, I've got to go. You relax, okay? Watch some TV or something." Apparently all he wanted was an orgasm? Because he quickly tried to end our conversation. Not that I cared.

"Okay." I quickly covered myself with the blanket. And once Dylan had hung up the phone, I took the hottest shower of my life, hoping that it would make me feel clean.