Beautifully Broken

Chapter 12

Caden POV:

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was thick dark curls sprawled over my chest and pillow. At some point Anaya's hair must have come undone in her sleep because I remember she had it tied up in a messy bun when she went to bed last night.

I remember everything about the girl. Not that I would ever admit it out loud but there was something about her that fascinated me enough to remember even the slightest detail about her. She wasn't like the girls I usually took out. Hell, she was nothing like those girls and a part of me was glad that she wasn't like those girls. Anaya was different in her own way. 

So why her?  Why couldn't I leave her alone? I had spent enough time over the past few days trying to come with an answer for that question.

In the beginning, I loathed everything about her; Her innocence, her positivity and her naivety. It reminded me too much about the past. But there's something about her that draws me to her like a moth to a flame.

The first day when she had bumped into me, I was captivated her. Her doe like blue eyes that screamed innocence, her long brown locks that I just wanted to run my fingers through. I had always had a thing for girls with long hair. Something to wrap my fist around while I fucked them from behind. God, the things that had run through my head when I had first seen her. At first it was just physical attraction but over time, the more I observed each and everything about her, the more quirks of hers I saw, made me fascinated with her. 

Seeing her sleeping peacefully in my arms without a care of anything around her; I envy her. The amount of a good night's sleep I had gotten over the past year could easily be counted with one hand. Sleeping doesn't come easy to me and the only way I can get a wink of sleep is through smoking and fucking. And I hadn't gotten either last night but still I had slept through the night. Something tells me the girl in my arms had something to do with that.  

Anaya helps me without even knowing it. 

I know booze would help with my insomnia problem, but I haven't touched a drop of alcohol since that night and I wasn't ever planning to. Never make the same mistake twice. 

That night...

I could feel darkness clouding my head just thinking about it. The familiar thoughts clouded my head as I tried to push the events of that night out.

Closing my eyes, I tried to focus on anything other than the memories rushing through my head. 

The blood.

The screaming.

The sirens.

I could feel my fingers twitching to light a cigarette. I started smoking in hope that all my problems would blow away with the smoke and to some point it had helped but not anymore. Now it's just a bad habit that my mum hates. 

A soft whimper snapped me out of my thoughts as I looked down at Anaya. Unconsciously, my fingers had wrapped itself tightly around her arms. And I was currently squeezing her arms tightly. Not wanting to leave any more marks on her soft skin, I eased my hold on her and observed the girl in my arms. She had her arms wrapped around my bare torso and her leg was thrown over my waist. She had made me her personal teddy bear in her sleep.

Who would've known that Anaya Adam's was a cuddler.

Chuckling slightly at that, I was more than aware of her barely clothed state. Her stupid excuse of a top was rolled up under her breasts leaving her soft stomach exposed to my eyes. The smooth dip of her waist had blood rushing to my southern region. Anaya had curves in all the right places and it was messing with my head. Don't even get me started on her legs. The sight of her sprawled on top of me wasn't helping my morning wood.