Shattered

Clearer

Nathan's POV

I stare at her as she walks to the kitchen. I smile.

This feels like a warm home. Every wall is adorned with pictures of two faces. They were so happy, beautiful people.

I open a few windows since it smells a stuffy, I doubt she's been here all along.

All though there's a box of tissues on the coffee table, I'm assuming that she came here to cry when her parents passed.

I walk around to check the house more. It's a genuinely warm home. The camel coloured walls go on from the dining room that has only three chairs to a seating area that has a large floral couch that looks very comfortable and a masculine chair.

Over the fireplace is a picture of a graduating Gemma. Next to it are the signed words.

I'll do my best to make you proud momma and poppa.

<3

I smile when I read this.

The door clicks behind me.

"I forgot this town is very intrusive. Of course I'm not married Mrs Davis." She grumbles placing the paper bags on the counter.

I help her prepare dinner.

"So this is like yours?" I ask her. I'm very cautious when I talk to her. She's been really snappy.

"Yes. It is my house. I inherited it." She says stirring the pot.

My stomach is rumbling from the alluring smell of the food.

"So why do you live in New York instead of here?" I ask,  she points at a counter near me.

"Plates. My life is not here. It's in New York." She says and grabs the plates.

"Oh." I say standing in the corner of the L shaped kitchen.

"Plus I kinda feel guilty." She says.

I stay quiet, hoping that she will elaborate. She dishes the beef stir fry and dirty rice– hey I've been watching Chopped.

"My parents we visiting me in West Virginia at the Blacks.  The day they left was on new year's day. I didnt see them off, I was busy having sex! Instead of being with them. When I got home, I was told that they died." She is crying by now.

I wrap my arms around her fragile body.

"The worst part is the person I chose over them! I chose a mere Jeremy.  Who got me pregnant! Moved me from anyone I knew! Made me drop out of school! Then he went out and got his ass fired!

I had to step up! I had to be the man and woman! Take care of a little boy with absolutely no knowledge of how to do it! And he still had the nerve to abuse me! He still had the nerve to hit me! And if that wasnt enough, he cheated!" She rants.

Out of all she said, the one thing I heard was that the idiot hit her.

"He hit you?" I ask. I feel my blood boiling.

She looks horrified. As if she didnt mean to tell me.

"I–uh." She tries.

I stare at her. The arms that were around her for comfort are now around her protectively .

How could I let someone hurt her? My precious angel.

"Where is he?" I grit.

"Nathan, it's not worth it. He's out of my life." She reassures.

"How long?" I ask. We move to eat the dinner.

"Two years." She says dropping her head.

I stay quiet. Now the dinner is abandoned. We sit and watch each other's ever movement.

"You know, I remember the first time he did it. He apologised so much, and I thought that maybe he slipped. I thought it was a genuine mistake.

Then he did it again, and again. My first hospital visit was tragic.  I had broken my arm.

Right after then, I came back here. I bought only a box of tissues and water and I stayed here for two days.

The reason I went back was for my son. I was so scared that I left him with that monster. 

I just kept on crying and pretending that it didnt really bother me, but it did. He hurt me. The last straw was when he killed my babies.

I couldnt stand to look at him so I left. Damn– I sound pathetic dont I?" She asks. She has a small smile on her lips.

Tears are packed in her eyes. And with one blink four rows fall onto her cheeks.

She offers a smile smile, which turns into a sob.

"Say something." She asks.

I stare deep into her chocolate eyes. All the pain in her eyes, it makes me want to kill that Jeremy guy.

It makes me want to make the world kneel to her. Get her anything she wants , and kiss her. The pain in her eyes makes me want to her all over.

And I do that.

I pull her and smash my lips onto hers.

She responds hesitantly by snaking her arms around me and kissing me back.

I pour all the hunger and frustration into the kiss. Lord knows how long I've been waiting to do that.

In a quick movement she jumps onto my lap and strandles me.

Her dress has ridden up and her toned thighs are of full view. My hands find their way to her waist.

I pull the vanilla scented girl closer. Molding myself into her touch.

When she puts her hands on me I feel vulnerable,  like she can read my soul and I love it.

Her lips move swiftly with mine and my heart pumps heavily in excitement.

My lips move to her neck.  So soft.

I kiss it until I reach the nape of her neck, when I kiss is she moans. A beautiful sound in my ears. I suck it and she pushes herself closer to me. As if we're not already close.

She moans as my kisses dip onto her exposed chest.

I kiss and suck at her chest. Hoping to leave marks on her. The idiot that hurt her should know now that she is mine.

She pulls at my hair and I find myself involuntarily moaning. She pulls my head to look at her and she kisses me with more passion. 

Lightly tugging at my bottom lip as she kisses me.

She mimicked me as she kisses my neck. I feel her sucking at the skin on my neck the way I did hers.

She kisses my entire body and my, am I over taken by desire.

I've been with a handful of women but none like her. She's only kisses me yet I feel like I've reached my climax.

Her lips get back to mine but before we can take things any further, we hear a voice.

"Mommy?" Ethan asks.

"You food is in the kitchen." She tells him and she stands to bring him the food.

I watch both their retreating backs carefully.

This girl. Whatever she's doing to me, I like it.

My head is overpowered with lust.

It's more than just that. I dont just want this girl. I need her. And the overwhelming need for her confirms one thing.

I am not just lusting over this girl.

I love Gemima Summer.