Taste of Heaven by Nya Hepworth

Chapter one

Alina-
It felt like i was dying, like there was no way out. That's how I've felt my whole life to be honest, until i met him, Spencer. He never told me his last name, but that doesn't really matter. Does it?
I don't know.

The first time we met he was rather scruffy, he had chocolate brown hair and green eyes,  his hair was dark and wavy like he had just got out of bed. He was wearing a black suit (as was everyone else). We were in a regal ballroom with chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. Murals were painted beautifully on the walls. I started to look across the room watching people waltz around to the music. It was about a half an hour later and i caught him looking at me, it wasn't in a menacing way but in a way that made me blush.
" Alina, are you coming?" my dads voice came from behind me, causing me to snap out of whatever haze/daze that i was in.
I look back at that man who is still staring at me,
"Coming dad."
I've never really had a good relationship with my dad, he's very pushy and only cares about my career.  I swear he thinks I'm crazy!
Maybe he's right.
While i am following my dad I realise he is heading to the girls bathroom. What the fuck is he doing? As we turn to the door i see a guy i swear i recognise, but before i have a chance to think my dad starts introducing me to him.
"Ahh Spencer, good to see you! This is my daughter Alice."
I sigh.
"It's Alina dad-"
He laughs as if I was making some shit joke.
"It's nice to meet you Alina" Spencer says with a soft tone, i look up still swishing the wine in my glass, to keep it sweet you know? I hate wine when it's sour, it tastes like I was drinking my mother and fathers soul when.. fuck. Its the guy who was staring at me before. I panic.
"Excuse me, i need to use the restroom." I reply carelessly.
As i walk into the bathroom stall i cant help but break down and just sit there. After a while i know they will be wondering where the hell i am, i roll my sleeves down so they won't see the blood on my arm, and try not to look at myself in the mirror while i am washing my hands.
When i get to the door i can hear my dad and Spencer talking about me. My dad seems to be talking about my career (as usual) and Spencer just seems to be standing there, not seeming to care. Maybe he's not so bad after all.
I walk out the bathroom and stand next to my dad.
"Why don't we go somewhere quieter Alina?"
I am very hesitant but end up following him to the grand bedroom,the bed is covered in satin sheets decorated in red pillows and curtains draping down the bed frame. I can feel a light breeze when his hand touches mine, normally i would jump back. But this time for some reason I don't resist. His hands are gentle and oh my god he is so fucking attractive,he smelt like he was wearing a strong perfume making it hard to breathe. I keep staring at his lips expecting something to happen like in those romantic movies you see on TV, even though all of that is pure crap. There is a sense of tension and the room goes silent for a moment an he wont take his eyes off me. I have to break this, say something Alina
" u-um Spencer?"
"Yeah?" He responded questioning what the hell i was asking but at That moment i realised I had no idea what i was actually going to say, i just stand there trying to think of what to say to him, he interrupts me.
" sorry. Your just so fucking gorgeous and-" i stop him there.
"Im going to get a drink" i say as i walk towards the drinks fridge in the corner of the hotel's room, i grab a bottle of Champaign and start pouring a glass. It's a couple drinks later now and i start beginning to crumble to his feet.
"Your dunk Alina" to me this sounded like a bunch of random words mixed together so i was defiantly drunk.
There is a slight silence in the room but it comforts me.
"You need to go home, ill take you." To me the words he just said feels like someone is holding onto my heart and feeling it beat, once...twice... then three times. He grabs my legs and swings me up to his chest, he is carrying me now and wont keep his eyes off me. Soon enough I am in the back of the car and don't realise that I've passed out for a couple of minutes. We arrive at my house and he invites to take me in, i refuse of course and tell him I'm perfectly capable of going to my apartment alone. Stumbling across the hallway he swiftly says "well clearly you are not capable of walking either." Picking me up I begin to squirm letting out a light squeal. "Either?" I say clearly angry at him for this.
"Yeah that and trying to kiss me tonight."
What?! Is this guy Insane? Wait no I think I'm the Indian one here... oops...
He looks down at me and this is the point where I realise that my sleeves have rolled the self's up again. Fuck.
"What is that on your arms." He says, an over powering and kinda angry look on his face.
"Who did this to you?" He says, angrily.
"nobody it's nothing!" I squeak realising that my voice is kinda shrill.
"Angle you better tell me for I swear to god whoever did this to you will be killed by the end of tonight. Nobody is going to touch you I swear." He takes a long pause "please, angle. I swear I will tell nobody unless they themselves have harmed you princess."
"I-I" sigh "I did it okay?" I say with bitter sweet sorrow-filled tears welling up in my eyes. Blurring my vision.
"You cut yourself? Why my darling? You are so perfect" sh says while turning the key to the lock on my apartment door