Coraline
I wake up to the sound of a deafening alarm.
I don't want to wake up yet. Please.
"Alright, up we get sleeping beauty"
No.
Damiano gets out of the bed and I'm hoping he'll go about his day and let me sleep. I'm so tired and sore.
Harsh light shines into the room, forcing my eyes to open.
He bloody opened the curtains. Are you kidding.
Standing in front of the window with only boxers on, he smirks at me.
No way am I moving.
"Up, c'mon" he laughs, grabbing onto my hand.
"Nooo"
"Coraline we have to go into the city, I purposely set the alarm for later to let you sleep" he whines still trying at his hopeless attempt to get me up.
I don't budge. I am not leaving this bed today.
"Right"
I feel his hands scoop under my body, lifting me up to his chest as he starts dragging me from the bed.
"Put me down" I groan, trying not to laugh.
"No, we're showering wether you like it or not"
I'm walked to the door, trying to push myself against it to stop from leaving the room.
This does nothing but make him laugh.
Man why do I have to get up because he is.
9:30am is like 5am to me, it's too early.
I mean I do have my meeting with Sony today but I showered last night so I could have easily slept a little longer.
The door opens and we walk across the hall to the bathroom. I think I'm too sore to be able to stand up. Last night was a mission just to get to the toilet.
From the end of the hallway I see Thomas rubbing his eyes as he watches us disappear into the bathroom.
I'm sat on the bench while Damiano reaches into the shower, turning it on.
Turning my head to the side, I see dark red marks spread across his back, some with dry blood around them.
I didn't know I was that bad.
"Can you stand?"
"I don't know, you didn't give me a chance to" I mumble, watching as he strips from his boxers.
"Smart mouth for one that was screaming my name all hours into the morning"
I swear I can feel all the blood rush to my cheeks.
"Don't be a smartass love, now strip"
That all too devious smirk plays on his face as he looks me up and down.
Holding onto the sink for leverage, I slowly lower my body until my feet are on the floor.
A slight pain rushes up to between my legs.
I work to get my pants down my legs, moving onto unclipping my bra. I hated wearing bras, but it's to the point where it hurts if I don't.
I'm helped step up into the shower and into the water follower by Damiano.
Letting my hair out of its messy bun, I let the water rush down my body, sighing in relief.
"Are you sore?"
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Cold Feet
Fanfiction"Coraline, you're fucking done for if you don't shut that mouth of yours" Coraline was a young singer from the streets of Berlin. She was happy. Until one party changes her life and she finds fame alongside a new life. She makes the mistake of get...
