Amelia had everything- family, friends, a promising future- the sky was the limit. But just like that everything was taken from her. One moment she's planning her high school graduation party the next she's laying on a therapist's couch. It was as i...
Whatever air was left in my lungs- he had stolen it. He instantly closed the gap I had created between us and captured my lips in a searing kiss. His hands skimmed up the length of my arms. One took the curve of my neck and pulled me tightly against his chest. He nibbled and sucked at my bottom lip.
Once he heard my soft whimpers against him Elijah let out a primal, heated growl causing my entire body to quiver. His hands continue to snake through my hair and grab at my clothes. Instinctively, I worked at the buttons of his shirt until his torso was completely exposed to me. I took a moment to just appreciate the glorious sight in front me. I knew that not every man was built like this, nor do they all possess the same nasty scar that branded his abdomen.
He let my fingers graze over the two marks again. Why did I feel more attached to these scars now than I did before? It bothered me how someone could horribly damage something so beautiful. I decidedly took back my original assumption of what happened at the time. It wasn't a patient who attacked him. However, it was someone close to him. Perhaps someone he really does work with.
The only thing I knew for certain was that this was no accident. There was clear intent behind each one of those marks. Pain and deceit. Two things I would have never thought Elijah could inflict on someone. But he must have. Enough for someone to return the favor.
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He swept my hand away from his marks, entwining my fingers with his. I looked up to see his half-broken expression. Had I just unlocked a new version of Elijah I had never seen before? Beaten down and defeated. Probably the most honest and real I had ever seen him. Not hiding behind a screen of repose or a facade of tranquility. Just a man who has been repeatedly smashed, relieving not only the two marks but every scar on his body. Even his mind.
For the first time in the past twenty four hours I felt something other than anger towards this man. A sense of solace. I didn't want to push him away- I wanted to hold him. Amongst the lies, the ongoing deception, I actually found myself feeling sorry for him. This feeling- alone- bothered the shit out of me.
If Mia were to come out right then and there I knew she wouldn't give a second thought towards Elijah's feelings. Of the two of us, she was the one who was fueled by anger and hatred. She acts mainly out of hostility, never concerning herself about those around her.
I never found myself feeling that way. Even if someone had wronged me- I never let my rage take control and drive my actions. Perhaps . . . that's what set us apart. She was malice, so perhaps that made me. . . sympathy. Was that it?
"Is that what I am? Am I Amelia's sense of commiseration?" I asked myself.
Nothing.
This was a conversation that needed to be spoken in private. But it was as if my body was already telling me the answer. My heart sped up in my chest. Waves of shivers slithered up my spine. Good God. My knees were shaking, I held onto Elijah's arms for any sense of stability I could find.
