He walks towards me and grabs me.
He's angry I can feel how his grip gets harder on my hand while he leads me into our bedroom.
I don't say anything I know he doesn't like me to talk when he's in that mood.
He lays me on the bed and turns around and starts undressing himself I sit quietly waiting what's coming next.
he turn to me again and his bright blue eyes are so pure that I could sink into them.
I've never cared for anyone in my life so much before.
He starts lifting my t-shirt then lifts me up and pulls down my running pants I've just finished working out so I'm all sweaty and smelly but I decide not to say anything.
I'm in my underwear now and so is he.
he holds me into his arms and his fingers go trough my hair.
Then He grabs my waist and throws me into the bed, our bed.
He comes crawling toward me his eyes scanning my body as he comes closer.
Every touch he gives me feels like Heaven and I wish he would never stop.
he holds my wrists above my head while his waist leans against mine and everything is perfect.
he's perfect.
I love him,I love him I gasp.
And I wake up.
Looking around still in this crappy hospital.
And no Andrew to be seen.
YOU ARE READING
I'm not lost.
Short StoryCiara Wilson is not a normal 18 yr old girl. When she leaves her past and marries sociopath living in his parents mansion lot of fucked up thing happens apparently the rich people aren't always the normal one but the most fucked up. (Finished)
