This is a direct sequel to the Midnight Man. It can be read here
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Chapter I Zoe enjoyed the play immensely despite its deep and difficult context. Dedicated to the book, well scripted and even better acted. The production of “In Our Shoes” was heart wrenching as it it was brilliant.
Zoe had read the bestseller by the champion of survivors, who was making more ground and statements across the globe that the #MeToo# movement ever would. One Robyn Parker, a one time obscure YouTube journalist, who shared her traumatic event in a run down English seaside town. Not only had she shared her horror, she’d brought her attackers to justice. Then made her controversial video later book dubbed “This is England” which dealt with unheard cases across the country. This garnered her more fame as she released her book on her rape and survival. “In Our Shoes” which was a huge hit and even made it to become a New York Times Bestseller.
Then her university tour and seminars, her radio time, appearances on tv, from This Morning Show in the UK, to even sitting with the Famous Ellen Degeneres in the States. Everyone followed the brunette, well spoken lady who gave so much hope to so many and led the march against rape culture with many her die hard fans the Red Breasts, who wore slogans on their partially naked bodies, their breasts being covered by a red bra, others more modest wore a red blouse, but red was the color of the movement.
Her book became a play, and while Robyn herself embarked on a global documentary of rape cultures around the world. Her fans in England were treated to the play of her bestseller. Zoe loved it, she wasn’t a survivor of sexual abuse but of child and domestic, most of it by her father and later the woman who she fell in love with. However she finally got away from the clutches of the woman who burnt her hand with an iron, and threw countless of large objects at her in drunken rages. As hard hitting and as terrifying as any man could be.
However the 28 year old brunette librarian finally got her own courage and left the shrieking banshee as she hurled obscenities at her and threatened to kill the woman she’d met and had helped her get away. However that woman, would be un-phased by the ravings of an alcoholic. Lyla Kenwood, was a survivor. She wasn’t raped or molested, but more disturbing she was forced to commit sex acts on her friend as she was watched by the man who raped them. That was a year ago, and she’d never spoken of it. Even when her friend Lucinda had gone to the police and reported it. Lyla didn’t give a statement. She nodded and said she was there but she never spoke of what was done to her. To anyone. Except Zoe.
Lyla’s jump from being straight and very much In love with her now ex-boyfriend Allan, who found out of the event, at the hands of the Midnight Man after Lucinda came forward. He tried to talk, and she said nothing. She carried on living in the house, carried on having seemingly mindless sex with him, but said nothing. Allan packed his bags from her life and she packed hers from the life she had. University, her family, men, even her long blonde hair was all placed in a box and dumped. Except her Star Trek collections and t shirts, her profound tea drinking and the house that the trauma was committed in remained.
She had got a job, in a small restaurant , the one time future biologist and wonderful mind was now a table serving robot by day, but at night she was different. Each night, even when Zoe stayed. She lit candles and in her own world, invited the Midnight Man back, the man who was never caught, crept in her fantasies, as Zoe’s fingers crept inside her. Then reversing the role she’d pleasure her new lover, all the time imaging him breathing behind her, and instead of Zoe, her one time friend Stefani lying moaning under her as she was forced to assault her with her digits. Zoe knew of her story, she didn’t know her friends desires, she didn’t know her girlfriend only had one thing in her mind, one orchestra that played the same score each time, Lyla became sexually awakened
Zoe enjoyed the play and related to a lot of it and thought it would help her lover and savior to her own echos of past badness, behind her glasses and cautious, yet well rehearsed smile Lyla didn’t care for it. She only wanted to get home back to the house, ignore her new housemate Paul and his sexy yet obnoxious girlfriend Nicola, and get Zoe’s dress off and her naked body next to hers.
Then she could turn the lights off and pretend she was back in that room all over again and again.
They hailed a taxi and jumped in. It rained so hard outside on the streets of Nottingham’s concrete jungle. Once in Zoe kissed Lylas neck and whispered “5 months already, I do love you Lyla” Lyla placed her hand on Zoe’s bare knee and caressed it. “I know you do bunny, 5 months indeed” but it was a year in her mind, a year since she really became the twisted person she was, Zoe was just a product, another woman who was escaping.
She may have escaped , but Lyla couldn’t or if she could didn’t want to. Zoe did get creeped out it was the house, she’d said it over and over for Lyla to move, but it was a waste of time. Lyla loved and lived in her temple of trauma.
Zoe just accepted it as part of being with Lyla. She loved Lyla and would do anything she’d asked. That was her weakness and that’s what led her to be abused before. Lyla was different in her mind, younger intelligent and mysterious.
They kissed again this time mouth to mouth. The taxi driver glanced back and nodded his head. Zoe became conscious, broke the kiss and apologized. “Sorry” she muttered lightly.
“Don’t mind me” laughed the taxi driver. “Go all the way if you like, I can wash those seats after” he laughed sleazily.
Zoe made a face and then just rolled her eyes and buried her head into her lovers shoulder. “Men eh” she muttered. “Obsessed with girl on girl” she felt the small hand of Lyla’s under her dress and rubbing slowly up her leg. “Me too” Lyla whispered and kissed Zoe again.
Zoe may have wanted to discuss many things that night, the play, their relationship , Lyla’s new female housemate Cassie who was moving in at the end of the week, her idea of getting Lyla and her an apartment together. Her most mind consuming plan was bringing her home to Sheffield to meet her understanding and supportive parents. She also wanted to discuss Lyla’s stance with her own family. Not that night, as the taxi crawled through the rainy dark lanes, to its destination, Lyla’s hands were reaching a destination of their own. As Zoe gasped at the light touch against her lacy panties, all those mind consuming thoughts left and became one with Lyla’s.