CHAPTER 1
BELLA'S P.O.V
Smoke escaped from his pink lips up into the air. I bit my lip until I could almost taste the red liquid on my teeth. The moon was low and the clouds a hazy gray color. The blinds were open and the sound of my breathing filled the room. The bed was cold, the empty spot made me feel lonely. The covers were pulled back. The lamp was on. My book still open on my nightstand.
He wasn't coming inside anytime soon, I stood up and looked out the window. He looked towards me as he threw his cigarette on the ground. I ran back onto the bed, pulling the covers above me. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe he was coming inside. I heard the doorknob slowly open and the sound of his shoes hitting the wood floor rung in my ears. I sunk slowly farther into the covers until I almost couldn't breathe at all. His shoes hit the floor, but this time they were being thrown. His coat hit the floor, too, and I could hear him clear his throat and take off his belt and pants.
I swallowed loudly. He entered into the covers, only wearing boxers and a white t-shirt. He sunk into the covers with me and closed his eyes. The smell of smoke was prominent. It was like a cloud surrounding him, never leaving his side. His hair was messy, his cheeks stubbly. His fingernails were longer than mine. Dirt piled under them, and his lips were grey with ash. I turned away from him, expecting him to respond. He didn't. He lay there lifelessly, like piece of cooked spaghetti. I closed my eyes and opened them again, waking up completely above the covers and muscular arms clasped around me.
My vision was still blurred and my body was shaking all over. I tried to escape him but I couldn't. When he finally moved his arms away from my chest I took a heavy breath and got up. My small feet slipped into my slippers and I went and tried to sleep back on the couch. I succeeded, but once again, I woke up to long arms crowding my body. His grasp wasn't as tight this time, and his eyes were still closed when I slipped out of him. I ran back to the bed and fell asleep again, and this time, I didn't awake to his arms. I was only wearing my bra and undies, though, and my shirt looked as if it had been thrown on the floor and my shorts were on top of the lamp. I looked at the clock- 12:15. Work started in five minutes!
I didn't even bother to take a shower. I put my hair into a messy bun and slipped on my uniform and grabbed my car keys. They were cold in my warm hands, and the air was like frost once I stepped outside. My car turned on easy and I stepped on the ignition as hard as I could. My hands clasped the steering wheel as I sped down the street.
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