Beautifully Obsessed

Chapter Twenty-Five: Well if it isn't the consequences of my own actions

19-11-2021

I feel very good about this chapter and it's a little longer than the others! I touched up the synopsis of the story in the description, let me know what you think! 

I hope you enjoy,

~Aphrodite

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                     I awoke with a jolt at the bustle of noises seeping under the door. The light stung at my eyes, a faint throb still present in my head from the relentless wave of tears that tore through me last night. Sitting up, I noticed Noah staring at me from the corner of my eye. "Morning beautiful" his voice was gruff from sleep, mumbling a reply to him I threaded lightly to the bathroom.

The tiles were cold on my feet, reminding me I was in fact real and in this current predicament. Spitting out the last of the toothpaste remnants, I sucked a deep breath of air in as though it would give me courage.

Noah hadn't moved from his spot, resting against the headboard his eyes glued to me, his gaze haunting. "I was thinking we could go back out to the swing today" he smiled, sinking back under the duvet covers. My stomach churned at how normal he sounded at the moment, it was as if he wasn't the same person I had been dealing with last night.

As though my red puffy eyes completely went over his head, couldn't he see I was hurting? Couldn't he see that he was hurting me? "Okay" I mumbled, knowing I wouldn't be able to change anything that Noah planned. I never could.

"I'll go pick out a dress for you" he beamed excitedly rushing into the wardrobe, too mentally drained to even care. I sat at the edge of the bed and waited. "Sunflowers" he sprung in front of me, holding the dress covered in a sunflower fabric up to my eyeline.

"Thanks" I whispered, my face void of any positive emotions. Shutting myself into the wardrobe I slumped against the door. My eyes felt painfully dry, my throat did too, my heart felt hollow and I was terrified. I didn't know where to go from here, even attempting to think into the future had my heart racing over time. I felt alone.

Slipping the dress on, I prayed this one wouldn't end up covered in blood like the other. Exiting the wardrobe I had barely shut the door before I was slammed into the wall next to it. My heart drummed in my chest painfully, Noah had me pressed against the wall, once again using his arms to cage me in.

Sinking into the wall my eyes flitted all over his body trying to avoid his eyes. I used to think they were the most beautiful thing about him but now they just seemed like the scariest feature of his. "Look at me" he spit, his mouth hovering a mere couple centimeters from my face.

Hesitantly, I looked up, his eyes full of that unleashed rage that filled them so often lately. I couldn't help the small whimpers that left me every so often at the situation. My eyes were becoming glossy as the tears lined up waiting for their escape.

"We've just woken up and you're already sulking" he scolded, furiously shaking my head in defense I tried in vain to save myself. His fingers dug into my jaw halting my movements, his nails piercing my skin but I was frozen too scared of the consequences fighting against his hold would do.

"I let you have your little episode last night, but you're ruining a perfectly good day" his dark aura was suffocating, my lungs restricting desperate to fill with air. "I-I'm sorry" I sniffled, it had become my go to response to him.