𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕎𝕒𝕚𝕥 𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕄𝕖 // Anna Shumate & Eva Cudmore

𝙗𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡

EVA'S POV

I wake up with the light filtering through the window. It took a good 5 seconds to acknowledge that Anna wasn't next to me.

I try to stretch but a fucking pain under the ribs don't let me do it.

I get out of bed and go to the bathroom. From the mirror above the sink I observe my naked body full of bruises. It's all so incoherent.

Something that should be perfect, attractive, turns out to be so disgusting and useless.

I get dressed and cleaned Anna's room, taking the opportunity to smell her clothes and put them on.

Meanwhile, I hear someone talking from outside the room in the hallway.

Then Anna enters the room. She was shocked but I immediately hug her with a smile on my face. A smile that fades as soon as I perceive coldness towards Anna.

I slowly walk away from her. "Anna?"

I notice small abrasions and light bruises along her jaw and under her eye. She has hidden them well with makeup, but I see them anyway and suddenly my hand moves forward without my knowledge. My fingers slide across her cheek, my thumb grazes her jaw and then passes over her lower lip as she winces. She closes her eyes as my other hand slides to the back of her head.

I can't help it, every part of me wants to touch her, to feel her and understand what happened. Her skin is hot, its warmth flowing through me as I examine every bruise and cut along her face. Even her throat is stained with bluish marks that trigger a new anger in me.

"What the hell happened, Anna?" I ask softly, desperate to know.

"None of your business." she pulls away from my grip and walks away from me.

"Don't fucking talk about it." I lunge forward, wrapping my fingers around her wrist and pulling her towards me. "Tell me what happened." Her chest collides with mine and I can hear her ragged breaths picking up speed. Her eyes darken into something dangerous and her hand is quickly freed from my grip as she pushes me away from her. I stumble a few steps back, but recover as my own anger begins to boil up her spine.

Why the fuck is she like this?

I step forward again, but her hands come up and push me away. So I take a third step forward, but I'm so angry that I move even faster, harder than I can imagine and manage to lock her hands in front of her and between us. "Fuck, stop fighting me", I grind through gritted teeth as I push her forward.

This time it's her who trips and we both end up falling. She lands on her back while I'm on top of her and, off balance, I quickly drag her hands up and over her head, pinning them to the cold parquet floor below us.

"I don't want you here, I don't want you around me." She speaks softly. Her voice breaks slightly through her words. Suddenly, the smallest cracks in her face begin to crumble and my eyes dive into hers, searching for answers.

"You're lying," I reply, my voice taking on a frailer, more breathy. "Or maybe...it's for Jersey, right? No, it's fine. After all, you're made for each other. Always showing off, even in your private moments."

Arousal builds in my lower abdomen as I watch her, enjoying the hold I have on her body. Her arms are pinned above her head, her eyes drop lazily as she looks at my chest pressed hard against hers. She's excited, even though she's angry and fighting me.

"Yes, I'll kiss twenty other women in front of you if I have to. Hell, I'd fuck them all in front of you if you let me walk away from you."

"Then why didn't you let me drown?!"