Isabella (or Bella as everyone usually calls her) has a pretty awful living situation. Proper main character shit. So, one day, after she's had enough of being treated like dirt in her own home, she attempts to run away, but comes across a strange s...
Bella lay, peacefully sleeping in my arms. Even after months and months of being with her, months of her drifting to sleep in my arms, I was still in awe of her, how beautiful she was, that she was mine. She was starting to break me, I knew it. She had me wrapped around her dainty little finger, I would do anything for her, but I had to stay strong and powerful in front of the boys, if they saw me weak for her it could only lead to bad things.
These thoughts swirled around my mind as I twisted her hair on my fingers, I felt her hand curl into a tiny fist, clutching part of my shirt inside it. I placed my hand over it. I knew what every one of her movements meant. The little fist grabbing at my shirt meant she was starting to wake up, the point where she was still deep in her slumber, but she could start to hear things and feel the light on her eye lids.
I pressed my lips against her forehead, closing my eyes and sinking into the long kiss I was placing there. She shuffled around against me, letting her eyes flutter open. She took a rising breath and groaned, hiding her head into my neck. "Are you awake?" I breathed into her hair. She shook her head no, letting out an exhausted and breathy laugh. "Will you ever be?" She shook her head again, no. I chuckled to myself, slowly reaching my hand around to her back and suddenly attacking her with tickles.
She immediately began to shake around more and laugh uncontrollably. "Ok ok!" She said between hysterical laughs. I released her from my arms, letting her sit up and stretch. "How long have you been up?" She said.
"A while. But it's only just time to get to work so you're fine." She smiled, standing up and grabbing her dress and boots from the folded pile in the corner. She hesitated, her hands crossed over the bottom of her hoodie, about to peel it over her head. We made eye contact, it looked as if she was waiting for something. "Aren't you gonna turn around?" She said obviously. I thought for a second. I should probably turn away while she changes. But oh how I love her beautiful body, but she might be uncomfortable. "Hey!" She broke me from my thoughts. I smirked at her, leaning back on my elbows casually and looking her up and down.
"Actually, I think I might enjoy the view." I joked slightly. She rolled her eyes, throwing her boot at me, hitting my shoulder. "Fine fine." I swivelled around, closing my eyes. I mean at least she'll trust me. After a few minutes I felt her tap softly on my shoulder, that was my signal to turn around. She sat down in front of me, putting her feet into the boots. I laced one up as she laced the other, then she turned around, handing me her hairbrush.
Our mornings were always like this, always ending with me sat behind her, brushing her hair while she tended to her still healing scars. I ran my fingers through her hair, making sure not to pull on the knotted parts too hard. Once we were both done, she got up, going over to a tiny wooden box in the corner, that Noah had made her not long ago, and taking out two brown ribbons. She braided her hair out of her face and tied the ends tightly with the ribbons, letting the wisps of stray hair fall over her eyes.
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