Control

Control
Chapter 2
Author: Angelsdee
Rated: NC-17 (I haven’t gotten to the juicy stuff yet but I don’t want to keep changing the rating.)
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything (I owe everybody) except for Mikaela, Bill, and Rob.
Author’s note: This chapter deals with the background of my original character/love interest for Dom. All of her experiences listed in this chapter happened to me. It is my past. Except I ran to Oklahoma instead of Mexico.)


Mikaela was up late as was the norm these days. She had developed insomnia over the past year and usually tossed and turned in bed until the wee hours of the morning. What little sleep she managed to get was restless and short-lived due to the nightmares.

She “relocated” to Cozumel a little over a year ago and found a nice little two-story house in an area that had all private beachfront for each house in the neighborhood. She liked the solitude. ‘Scratch that … I love it!’

Somewhere deep down though, she missed people. The isolation was forced on her. The fear of being found was overpowering but how she secretly yearned for companionship.

The nightmares! Bill took the starring role in most of them. He was the source of her fear and forced isolation. Rob also appeared in her nightmares. The dreams about him were painful and marked the beginning of the change in her life.

The three of them met in high school.

Mikaela was always very popular in all the “cliques”. An athlete/genius/smoker … that had her “in” with the jocks, the heads, and the bookworms.

She was a leader among her peers and earned their respect. She carried a certain amount of pride with the knowledge that she had control. Over herself and everything around her. Tomboy to the core and student to many martial arts disciplines, it never bothered her to throw herself into a fight … even against guys.

One of the first things she did in school that drew attention to her was defend a smaller “brainy” kid from a large football player. It was her first day as a freshman. Lunchtime on day ONE had all the new kids standing off by themselves unsure of what to do.

Mikaela was eating in the courtyard by herself when she heard the commotion over by the bus stop. She tossed what passed for a cheeseburger into the trashcan and crossed the courtyard with a very determined walk. Control.

When she cleared the surrounding crowd and reached the center, she saw Brett, a rather well built sophomore on the JV team, pushing some kid around. Mikaela seethed with anger. She hated to see the strong prey on the weak especially for the purpose of inflating some idiot’s ego and she knew this particular idiot. They went to the same middle school but he was a year older.

Mikaela bent down to help the kid up, “It’s OK. I won’t let him touch you. Come on.” He took her hand and stood with a hesitant smile.

“Who the fuck are you bitch?”

‘Ahh, Brett, you never learn and your memory sucks!’ She guided the kid back behind her and turned her head towards Brett. With a shit-eating grin on her face, she said, “Two things. First, I am the bitch you’re gonna have to deal with if you want to fuck with him. Second, You know how I hate being called a bitch.”

She stood waiting for the response she knew was coming and the idiot did not disappoint. He pushed her back a couple of feet, “Gimme a break, you crazy bitch! Get the fuck out of here!”

“Oh come on Brett! You remember me and you know it takes a hell of a lot more than that to make me go away. It takes more like … this!”

She threw a right cross that connected to the left side of his jaw. While his head was turned and he was momentarily stunned, she lifted and drove her knee into his gut. And, just for good measure and to drive her point home, while he was doubled over clutching his stomach, she grabbed both sides of his head and pulled it down while driving her knee up into his nose. Control!

With the wind knocked out of his sails and a bloody nose, Brett went down! Crouching down beside him, she smiled, “Is that all Brett? Was that all you had because I have to say it was some weak ass shit? I assume I won’t see this shit happen again right?” She stood, “Cuz here endith the lesson” and gave him one last quick kick to his already aching mid-section. Control.

With that she walked away. Everyone was laughing at the spectacle called Brett and breaking off into different directions when someone yelled, “Hey!” Mikaela looked over her shoulder and saw a guy running after her. She slowed her pace to allow him to catch up. “That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen! My name’s Rob. Rob Gaiser. What’s yours?”

“Micki”.

And here started the friendship to end all friendships. He introduced her to all the people (Including Bill) she’d eventually end up leading from either her tough exterior or her extreme kindness and ability to help and listen. Rob and Micki were best friends and Bill was their 3rd Musketeer. Inseparable.

Senior year came and the worst thing ever to happen to Micki occurred.

One Friday, Rob and Micki argued about something. ‘And for the life of me, I still can’t remember what it was.’ They left school mad at each other. Saturday night, Rob called, “Hey.”

“Hey.”

“We need to talk.”

Sighing loudly into the phone, Micki said, “ Yeah. I guess we do.”

“How about I pick you up on the corner and we can catch a movie. Talk after.”

“Ok, I’ll see you in a few.”

About twenty minutes later, Micki was waiting for Rob when she heard the sounds of racing engines and squealing tires.

“Shit Rob. Not again!” She looked up the street and saw Rob racing another car down Blanco Road towards her. Rob’s only vice was racing. He loved it. Micki never liked it much. She felt it was out of her control and she hated not being in control. She tolerated it because of him.

She watched as the cars approached but was distracted by a set of headlights across the street. There was a car on the side street opposite hers pulling out on to Blanco in the path of Rob’s oncoming car. “No. No. This is NOT fucking happening!” She watched … in horror … with no control … as Rob’s car slammed into the side of the other car with a tremendous impact.

Micki ran across the street crying so hard she could barely find her way. She ran up to his window and saw him slumped over the steering wheel. She shook his shoulder, “Rob. Rob! Come on baby. Wake up. I’ve got to get you outta here.” He wouldn’t wake. She couldn’t even get him to budge from the steering wheel.

“Miss! Step aside. Let me in there please!” A policeman … who just arrived on the scene.

Micki stepped back while the cop checked on Rob, “Please help me get him out,” she whispered.

He turned around with a grim look on his face. “Miss. I’m sorry. He’s gone.”

“What the hell are you saying?! Help me get him out!” Micki was starting to get hysterical and irrational in her grief.

“Miss. Please.”

“Fuck you! I am getting my friend out of there!” She moved to grab Rob’s shoulders through the window but the cop grabbed her arms.

“Miss! You can’t!”

“Why NOT!”

“Because … the impact … has impaled his chest onto the steering wheel.” He whispered.

She looked from the cop to Rob and back to the cop then dropped to the ground like a puppet with cut strings. “No. We didn’t apologize yet.” She cried softly. No Control.

After Rob’s death, she remained the same but a piece of her died that day. A part of her light … a part of her spirit. She went through to graduation and college with Bill still by her side.

He got bold one day and asked her out on a date. He was the perfect gentleman. He always was. Quiet and soft-spoken. ‘Who knew?’ Dinner, movie, and dancing. They became quite the couple until a year to the day of their first date.

Bill became possessive. He started to alienate her from her friends. She allowed it because she thought they were in love. ‘Fool.’

Then he turned abusive. Subtly, at first, then every time he saw her. During this time, she had suffered a broken nose, jaw, and collarbone then held captive in a room for a week until her injuries set themselves. No Control!

She finally ran. Broken spiritually as well as physically. He managed to come close to finding her a couple of times until she moved to Mexico. ‘It’s hard to be found here if you don’t want to be’”

“So … here I sit. Not exactly what I expected for myself.”

During her time running, she managed to get some of her fire back. She never let anyone hit her again nor anyone else in her presence. It was a horrible awakening when she learned the hard way that her control was taken from her. Mercilessly taken. ‘My edge. My way.’

For some reason, she maintained her caring heart. She gravitated to injured souls and made it a “mission” to try to “fix” them. ‘God knows I can’t fix myself.’

She was too restless to lie in bed so she got up and paced her room. As she crossed by the bedroom window, she saw a car drive by and pull into the next lot.

She watched as a large man got out from behind the wheel and a woman got out on the other side. The man hesitated for a moment then closed his door and another couple appeared from the passenger side. The second guy, smaller built than the first one, assisted the second woman to the front door. After all four disappeared into the house, Mikaela slumped into her reading chair by the window.

“Hmmm. New neighbors. Guess I’ll have to stop being such a loner.”

Loner. A word that was never synonymous with the being that use to be Mikaela.

“Guess I’ll have to work on that. Maybe tomorrow. Stop by … and say hi.”

She watched as all the lights extinguished next door and went back to her quiet contemplation of nightmares and insomnia.