Steal My Soul

25 | asia

Asia

If I focused on the feeling for too long, I could feel it consuming me, the grapnels of ache piercing into my heart and nuzzling the darker parts of my mind. Darius had me pressed against the wall, kissing me hard. The music was loud, overpowering the pounding in my ears.

His features were still sharp and elegant despite the jagged scars that trailed along his skin. He was grotesquely handsome and I could never see him the way I saw him before. I snapped my eyes shut and I kissed him back as his fingers clothed onto my waist, grasping at my skin as they slipped underneath my corset top.

He breathes hard into my lips and my arms nestled around his neck. I could feel him smile against me.

"You're the only person I can count on," He whispered, the words coming out, hot, ragged, and rushed.

This would usually ascend me to an ultimate high, my skin buzzing, my fingers itching for more of him. But it only ruined the moment for me. I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more he wasn't telling me. I sighed pulling away from him.

He furrowed his eyebrows together, stepping away from me, but his hands still caressing my hips. "What's wrong?"

I bite my lip. He already made his case. But how could someone not talk to their twin? That's practically a guarantee that you have a best friend that's stuck with you forever.

I shake my head not wanting to talk about it. I stand on my toes to kiss him again. Darius exhales, supporting a small smirk on his lips.

"You can tell me Asia," he says, drawing circles on my stomach with his fingertips.

"I don't get why you don't trust me," I say, pulling away from him.

He groans. "I wish you would just drop it,"

"How can I? I say, my anger spiking. "It's obviously bothering you. You've been on edge ever since your brother has come back into your life,"

He rested his forehead on his fingers. "Do I have to tell you everything?"

I didn't like this at all. What good was our relationship if we kept secrets from each other? Everything that we do affects us whether we would like to admit it or not.

"Why wouldn't you?" I pressed. "I promise I won't tell anyone,"

"I'm doing this to protect you," He says, a flash of panic etched into his face.

I narrowed my eyes on him. "I don't need protection," I snapped, walking away.

"Asia, wait!" He yells behind me but I keep moving, struggling to keep my temper in check.

As I sauntered down the foyer, people that noticed me smiled. I find myself in the living room next to the beer keg that's already empty. Teens are sitting on the couch, the floor and I spot someone passed out, face down on the kitchen floor.

A few girls from the cheer team are sitting on stools, their elbows perched on the counter as they share a bottle of rum. Jeff Colby, the host has his arms around them, an empty beer can crushed between his fingers.

"Asia!" They shout. "Come take shots with us,"

"I don't know," I say, pretending to slur my words. "I've already had too much to drink," I lied.

I only had one shot of vodka and a couple sips of a cherry limeade wine. Still I could already feel my vision blurring and my balance was slightly off.

"Aw!" Both girls say pouting. Both of their lips were smudged, their lipstick smeared across their cheeks. I glanced at Jeff's lips. They were slightly stained pink.