Twisted
Love Always Prevails
Chapter 12
'Finally' I thought as I stepped out of the shower, seeing the mirrors clouded from the steam. I grabbed my towel off the drying rack and dried myself, wincing as I wiped the areas of clotted blood. I looked down to find my clothes but found the counter empty. "Shit." I mumbled aloud. Sighing, I cracked open the door to my room, seeing a black haired angel lying on my bed.
"Babe? Could you grab me some clothes, please? A sweatshirt too? I'm cold just feeling the breeze from the room." I smiled innocently with pleading eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, of course." CC said as he shuffled around my room. He hesitated a bit as he picked up a bra from my drawer, making a slight face at the lace fabric.
"Just leave it, I don't need one. Unless you're taking me somewhere..." I trailed off as he laughed the situation off. He walked over, handing me the clothes. I took them quickly and slammed the door. I sat there a second and opened the door again, still seeing his figure occupy the frame. I planted a quick kiss on his lips and faking a smile before I shut the door again and started to get dressed.
"Hey, sugar?" I flinched slightly, remembering the last time I heard someone call me 'sugar'.
"Y-yeah?" I replied lowly.
"Can I come in real quick?" I replied with a quick yes, slipping my sweatshirt on as he entered the bathroom. His long fingers flipped up the switch to the fan, a huge blast of cold hair bombarded my body, chilling my face. I glanced into the mirror, seeing a tall figure, cloaked in black. A breath caught in my throat as I hesitantly turned toward the figure. My eyes grew wide as I stepped back, pressing my back up against the wall opposite from the figure. It advanced toward me, resting its hands on my shoulders. "Sweets." It taunted me.
"Sweets? Annah? Babe, are you okay?" I was pulled back into reality, feeling CC's hands squeezing my shoulders. Panic filled his eyes as he studied me.
"Wh-what?" I paused for a few moments. "I-I'm okay. Promise." I forced a smile onto my lips, but he didn't buy it.
"Annah, you forgot to take your medicine today..." He scanned over the room, his eyes landing on the razor blade that I had forgotten to put away. "Annah." He slid his hands off of my shoulders, picking up the razor. "I thought we made a deal? No more cutting, yeah? Remember that?" He asked me, stuffing the blade into my pack of smokes that he confiscated from me. I pushed past him and walked into my room, laying down on my bed.
"Show me your arms." He demanded, walking over to stand by my side. I shook my head and pulled the sleeve of my sweat shirt into my palms, gripping the fabric tightly. "Annah!" He snapped, "Show me your god damn arms, now!" He yelled angrily at me. I jumped slightly as he slid on the bed, yelping as he locked his hand around my right arm pulling me onto my back. "Show me now or I'll rip that sweatshirt off of you with my teeth."
"No! Leave it alone, CC!" I spat at him. I sat up, leaning into my knees. I heard him make a bit of noise until I felt him nudge my shoulder. I glanced over, looking at his hands. I sighed, pushing it away. "I don't want to take them." I said quietly.
"Well, too bad. Take them, now." He said forcefully, a scowl resting on his face. He took my hand, pouring the pills into my hand. "Open your mouth." He said lowly, trying to control his temper. I obeyed and cracked open my lips as he poured water into my mouth. I popped the pills into my mouth and sighed.
"Baby, please. I'm not going to hurt you." He said softly, the scowl melting off of his face. He sat next to me, pulling my body into his lap, wrapping his arms around my frame protectively. I laid my head on his shoulder as he buried his face into my hair. I concentrated on his breathing pattern as he ran a hand up and down my back soothingly.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I whispered into his shirt.
"Hmm?" He replied softly, his warm breath warming my head.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked again, a bit louder this time.
"Tell you what?" He responded. I shifted in his lap so my legs were hanging out of his lap. I gently rolled up my pants to the top of my thigh, exposing the letters that were etched into my skin. "This." I gestured down at the scar, his eyes following my gesture. I heard him suck in a breath, realizing that I had cut my thighs as well.
"Because you aren't and I'm going to make to you remember that you aren't worthless." He turned my head back to look at him, he gently pressed his lips against mine, trapping me in his embrace. I pushed my lips against his a bit more forceful, as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He pushed his body against mine, laying me back on my bed as he hovered over me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, bringing him down on top of me. I bit down on his bottom lip as he rested his hands on my hips. His tongue forced open my lips, quickly dancing across mine. Instead of fight for control in the kiss, tongues danced with each other, twisting and turning between our lips.
My hands started to trail down his chest, tugging on the hem of his shirt. I grabbed hold of it, sliding it up his chest, exposing his skin. He pulled apart, stripping his shirt off as I whipped my sweatshirt off, throwing it on the floor with his. He took no notice of the aggravated lines that lined across my forearm and dove back into the kiss. He deepened the kiss eagerly, kissing me wholeheartedly. His lips started to trail down my cheek to my jawline, his tongue trace the edge of the bone. Goosebumps spread across my skin, as I felt CC smirk against my skin. He kissed his way down to my neck and started to lightly suck, I brushed my hair away from his face before tangling my fingers in his hair. I wrapped my leg around his waist as he nipped at my neck softly. I let out a slight moan as he licked over the spot he just bit. He started to suck lightly; I already felt a bruise start to arise on my neck. He kissed his way back up to my lips, brushing a delicate, passionate kiss on my lips. I quickly pulled him back into my lips, my mouth eager against his. He took my bottom lip between his teeth, biting down on it. A moan escaped my lips and slipped into his as he breathed a light laugh. He started to gnaw on my lip, rolling it gently between his teeth. My breathing pattern started to rapidly increase as I pulled his hips closer to mine. I tugged at his hair as he harshly bit down on my lip in a playful gesture. A large moan slipped out of my lips as he pulled away, returning to the spot on my neck he kissed at earlier. He started to bite down harder and suck with more of a purpose this time. Each time he bit down, he bit harder and then proceeded to suck on the area, blowing on it lightly; each time making goose bumps form on my skin. I saw an open chance to show him how I felt right now, so I brushed the hair away from the open side of his neck. I didn't kiss or blow on his neck, I went straight into a harsh bite on his soft spot. I received a growl from him as he bit down just as hard on my neck.
We got into a 'match' per-say seeing who could bite down the hardest and make the other moan the loudest. The winner would receive a night where they were "in charge". It was a fair fight and that meaning we would be waking up with a very large, very blue maybe black, hickey.
'Finally' I thought as I stepped out of the shower, seeing the mirrors clouded from the steam. I grabbed my towel off the drying rack and dried myself, wincing as I wiped the areas of clotted blood. I looked down to find my clothes but found the counter empty. "Shit." I mumbled aloud. Sighing, I cracked open the door to my room, seeing a black haired angel lying on my bed.
"Babe? Could you grab me some clothes, please? A sweatshirt too? I'm cold just feeling the breeze from the room." I smiled innocently with pleading eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, of course." CC said as he shuffled around my room. He hesitated a bit as he picked up a bra from my drawer, making a slight face at the lace fabric.
"Just leave it, I don't need one. Unless you're taking me somewhere..." I trailed off as he laughed the situation off. He walked over, handing me the clothes. I took them quickly and slammed the door. I sat there a second and opened the door again, still seeing his figure occupy the frame. I planted a quick kiss on his lips and faking a smile before I shut the door again and started to get dressed.
"Hey, sugar?" I flinched slightly, remembering the last time I heard someone call me 'sugar'.
"Y-yeah?" I replied lowly.
"Can I come in real quick?" I replied with a quick yes, slipping my sweatshirt on as he entered the bathroom. His long fingers flipped up the switch to the fan, a huge blast of cold hair bombarded my body, chilling my face. I glanced into the mirror, seeing a tall figure, cloaked in black. A breath caught in my throat as I hesitantly turned toward the figure. My eyes grew wide as I stepped back, pressing my back up against the wall opposite from the figure. It advanced toward me, resting its hands on my shoulders. "Sweets." It taunted me.
"Sweets? Annah? Babe, are you okay?" I was pulled back into reality, feeling CC's hands squeezing my shoulders. Panic filled his eyes as he studied me.
"Wh-what?" I paused for a few moments. "I-I'm okay. Promise." I forced a smile onto my lips, but he didn't buy it.
"Annah, you forgot to take your medicine today..." He scanned over the room, his eyes landing on the razor blade that I had forgotten to put away. "Annah." He slid his hands off of my shoulders, picking up the razor. "I thought we made a deal? No more cutting, yeah? Remember that?" He asked me, stuffing the blade into my pack of smokes that he confiscated from me. I pushed past him and walked into my room, laying down on my bed.
"Show me your arms." He demanded, walking over to stand by my side. I shook my head and pulled the sleeve of my sweat shirt into my palms, gripping the fabric tightly. "Annah!" He snapped, "Show me your god damn arms, now!" He yelled angrily at me. I jumped slightly as he slid on the bed, yelping as he locked his hand around my right arm pulling me onto my back. "Show me now or I'll rip that sweatshirt off of you with my teeth."
"No! Leave it alone, CC!" I spat at him. I sat up, leaning into my knees. I heard him make a bit of noise until I felt him nudge my shoulder. I glanced over, looking at his hands. I sighed, pushing it away. "I don't want to take them." I said quietly.
"Well, too bad. Take them, now." He said forcefully, a scowl resting on his face. He took my hand, pouring the pills into my hand. "Open your mouth." He said lowly, trying to control his temper. I obeyed and cracked open my lips as he poured water into my mouth. I popped the pills into my mouth and sighed.
"Baby, please. I'm not going to hurt you." He said softly, the scowl melting off of his face. He sat next to me, pulling my body into his lap, wrapping his arms around my frame protectively. I laid my head on his shoulder as he buried his face into my hair. I concentrated on his breathing pattern as he ran a hand up and down my back soothingly.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I whispered into his shirt.
"Hmm?" He replied softly, his warm breath warming my head.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked again, a bit louder this time.
"Tell you what?" He responded. I shifted in his lap so my legs were hanging out of his lap. I gently rolled up my pants to the top of my thigh, exposing the letters that were etched into my skin. "This." I gestured down at the scar, his eyes following my gesture. I heard him suck in a breath, realizing that I had cut my thighs as well.
"Because you aren't and I'm going to make to you remember that you aren't worthless." He turned my head back to look at him, he gently pressed his lips against mine, trapping me in his embrace. I pushed my lips against his a bit more forceful, as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He pushed his body against mine, laying me back on my bed as he hovered over me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, bringing him down on top of me. I bit down on his bottom lip as he rested his hands on my hips. His tongue forced open my lips, quickly dancing across mine. Instead of fight for control in the kiss, tongues danced with each other, twisting and turning between our lips.
My hands started to trail down his chest, tugging on the hem of his shirt. I grabbed hold of it, sliding it up his chest, exposing his skin. He pulled apart, stripping his shirt off as I whipped my sweatshirt off, throwing it on the floor with his. He took no notice of the aggravated lines that lined across my forearm and dove back into the kiss. He deepened the kiss eagerly, kissing me wholeheartedly. His lips started to trail down my cheek to my jawline, his tongue trace the edge of the bone. Goosebumps spread across my skin, as I felt CC smirk against my skin. He kissed his way down to my neck and started to lightly suck, I brushed my hair away from his face before tangling my fingers in his hair. I wrapped my leg around his waist as he nipped at my neck softly. I let out a slight moan as he licked over the spot he just bit. He started to suck lightly; I already felt a bruise start to arise on my neck. He kissed his way back up to my lips, brushing a delicate, passionate kiss on my lips. I quickly pulled him back into my lips, my mouth eager against his. He took my bottom lip between his teeth, biting down on it. A moan escaped my lips and slipped into his as he breathed a light laugh. He started to gnaw on my lip, rolling it gently between his teeth. My breathing pattern started to rapidly increase as I pulled his hips closer to mine. I tugged at his hair as he harshly bit down on my lip in a playful gesture. A large moan slipped out of my lips as he pulled away, returning to the spot on my neck he kissed at earlier. He started to bite down harder and suck with more of a purpose this time. Each time he bit down, he bit harder and then proceeded to suck on the area, blowing on it lightly; each time making goose bumps form on my skin. I saw an open chance to show him how I felt right now, so I brushed the hair away from the open side of his neck. I didn't kiss or blow on his neck, I went straight into a harsh bite on his soft spot. I received a growl from him as he bit down just as hard on my neck.
We got into a 'match' per-say seeing who could bite down the hardest and make the other moan the loudest. The winner would receive a night where they were "in charge". It was a fair fight and that meaning we would be waking up with a very large, very blue maybe black, hickey.
He Slapped her?!?
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