*REVAMPING*
"Some of us matured early because life showed us the worst side of the world at an early age"
Valencia Andrea Knight has had one hell of a life. Trauma is an understatement. From being kidnapped as a child to being abused both physically...
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"Can I kiss you?"
When he asks that, a massive grin appears on my face. He really likes me? Without a doubt, I nod which gives him enough of an answer.
As the sun sets in the horizon, he bends down, his lips against my cheek, brushing it lightly—and still that light touch sent shivers through my nerves, shivers that made my whole body tremble. "If you want me to stop, tell me now," he whispered. When I said nothing, he brushed his mouth against the hollow of my temple. "Or now." He traced the line of my cheekbone. "Or now." His lips were against mine.
"Or—"
But I reached up and pulled him down towards me and the rest of his words were lost against my mouth. He kissed me gently, carefully, but it wasn't gentleness I wanted, not now, not after all this time, and so I tightened my grip around his neck, pulling him harder against me. He groaned softly, low in his throat, and then his arms circled me, gathering me against him, as our tongues interlocked in this passionate kiss.
"You're so amazing" he barely even whispered in my ears as I kept my legs wrapped around his torso, my face nuzzled into the side of his neck just enjoying the moment. Not even wanting the moment to end.
We just stayed there in each others arms, for I don't even know how long, but it was magical. One thing I knew for a fact, was that it was the most happiest I had ever felt in a long time. All because of his presence.
After, I don't even know how long, but the sun was already set, we began to get out of the water, Zayden following behind me but it was his next words which shocked me the most.
"What the fuck?" he shouted and I quickly turned around to see him sending me a confused look.
I followed his eyes to see what he was looking at, causing me to look down at my body.
Shit. My scars, all of them were on display. Every last one of them. All of the makeup I had applied obviously had washed up. How could I be so stupid I think to myself as reality finally sets in that there is no way getting out of this one.
"Val, who did that?" he begins anger evidently lacing his tone as he takes a step towards me.
Tears begin to form in my eyes. What if he doesn't want me anymore? He's probably disgusted by me. I ruin everything, every single time.
"VAL" he shouts as he brings his hand towards me, probably to cup my face like before, but this time I instantly flinch causing a hurt look to appear on his face.
"Y-you'll hate me, you'll be d-disgusted by me" I stutter as I look down at myself ashamed.
"Hey, hey I could never hate you, you just need to tell me who did this" he reassures as he slowly brushes a strand of lose hair behind my ear.
After everything that's just happened, I can't help but feel safe with him. He immediately notices my discomfort so he wraps his two strong arms around me instantly making me feel safe.
"B-back in Serbia, Ivan my legal guardian, used to beat me everyday of my life since I was 7. He'd to all kinds of things you couldn't even imagine, simply just because I was a burden to him. But please Zayden, you can't tell anyone, not even my brothers know." I explain in a quiet tone and I didn't even realise that endless tears were falling down my face until he pulled us out of the hug I never wanted to end.
He slowly brings his thumb up to wipe my tears away as he looks me in the eye before saying "Baby, you're so strong, but are you sure you don't want to tell your brothers, maybe they can help you."
"There's nothing left to help. It's done, i'm done. He broke me." I whisper as I wipe the last tear away from my eye.
"I'll kill him." He seethes making me frantically shake my head at his words. "No, no, no he's evil. You won't win."
"He hasn't faced Zayden Xavier yet princess" He chuckles but I just stand there in complete silence honestly unsure what to say.
"Hey, hey if you ask me, you're a survivor, it's written all over your body, be proud of that." he finishes before he leads me over to the picnic blanket as our date wasn't over yet.
Abuse is all i've ever known. "Maybe i've always been more comfortable in chaos" I whisper as he takes ahold of my hand
PEZZO MENCANTE
"Where do you want to go?" Zayden asked as I sipped the pink lemonade he remembered was my favourite from that day on the mototbike.
"I don't know. Maybe after this we could see a movie, or-" I began.
"No, I mean in life. Do you want to travel or go college or do you want to pursue I don't know, bull fighting?"
I giggled and he smiled wider. "I never really thought past the next day, and I think my bull fighting might just be in an amateur league. There's nothing special about me to pursue. Maybe just stay with my brothers."
"Everything about you is special," he whispered, pushing a lock of hair that had fallen in front of my eyes behind my ear like before, "I want to go Paris."
"An old romantic I see," I said, eating a strawberry. "Yes, but it's more the art I want to see. The big apple." "I think that's new York. Paris is the city of light."
"I changed it," he mused, "because the city of light is wherever you are."
"You are so full of lines." I laughed.
"Thanks for noticing. You know it takes time and effort to be this charming and attractive," Zayden joked.
We sat talking about everything: music and movies, our future and past, until the stars disappeared and the sunrise began.
"I've always dreamed of Paris too." I blurt out. "Especially sex at the top of the eiffel tower." I whisper, a giggle escaping my lips.
"One day Princess. One day."
Eventually we must have stopped talking, because I vividly remember my head on his stomach, feeling the wind lift my hair as we rose and fell with his breath.
