COMPLETED Drugshot - Bride of Depp #Wattys2016

Chapter XVII - Misty

It's been more than a week since I decided to finally move in with Johnny to our intertwined house. So far, things are going smooth. I don't know if it's normal that we always have little fights every now and then. We argue about anything and everything but in a funny way. I always feel like I'm more often getting in his nerves now that we've taken our relationship to a higher level than when we were just friends. I'd always catch him cletching his jaws when I disagree with him about something, he looks at me as if he's about to strangle my neck...but the funny thing is, he really does strangle my 5foot2 person inside his arms after every argument. He kills me with his touch and I wonder when it all started that way. I couldn't count how many times we've ended our arguments with him moving inside of me... Sex, has always been terribly delirious between us. It has always been since that night when I asked him to make love to me so I'd forget about the painful memories of him hurting and forcing me that same night.

We're taking things one at a time now. The only slight problem is that he loves planning grand things for our future, while I always stick to what my usual routine is, the only difference in my routine now is that I have him to consider most of the time. I was never used to having someone to sleep beside me, but now I'm used to his warmth already, I barely stayed late night before but now my nights are filled with endless lovemakings until we both pass out...and in the morning, instead of going straight to shower and preparing for the daily tasks and schedule, I'd stay for quite a long time just to feel Johnny's arms around me, just to let him steal kisses as much as he wants until both our schedule of work gets delayed and postponed for an early morning sex.

I don't know when all of this started to be my new routine but I'm loving it. I won't deny that, no matter how hard it is that the initial pain during every lovemaking was never gone or the fear that something might go wrong in the process. Or the possibility that our escape to bliss would suddenly end when you keast expect it...

I cursed mentally as I look outside the window of my car. I should've touched wood after thinking of what could go wrong.
Here comes trouble. Why are all the bloody paparazzi in front of my gate now?! And fuck! Where is Johnny at this bloody hour? I check on my rolex wrist watch, it's almost past 4pm now. Johnny should be on his way home too. Shit, I cursed again as I flip the phone open and dialed his number.
"Hello?" He speaks in his formal voice.
"Where are you?" I ask him, something about his voice is telling me that there's something going on.
"I'm on the meeting with the producers of the film. How may I help you?" He asks.
"Is that your new girlfriend Johnny??" Asks a voice.
"Is that Helena???!" Asks another and I feel like my heart skips a beat.
"Don't come here untill I tell you..." I mutter to make sure no one else around him can hear what I was saying.
"Paparazzi are everywhere."
"Yes, yes, I've talked to him about that. I'll have to cancel it for now." He speaks again pretending he's talking to someone else regarding a business or something in that nature.
"I have to go, thank you for confirming." He finishes and turns off his phone.
My driver starts to horn on the bloody paparazzi idiots gathering around my house.
"Should I call the police, Helena?" Asks my driver before he press the radio to communicate with my bodyguard who's driving behind us.
"Find out what they're up about this time."
We just kept on horning to get a way inside the house but the bloody idiots won't move out. It's as if they'd rather get hit by my car than to let me in. Just when some of them starts being agressive and begins knocking on the bulletproof window of this range rover I'm in, a familiar vehicle comes in, a hummer followed by a few other cars in silver with green and blue stickers around its body.
Thomas... Behind him are the metropolitan police officers in the area.
"It's a good thing Thomas still has that effect on them." Says Josh, my driver as he watches the scene when the paparazzi were quite shaken seeing my fiercely reputed brother with a bunch of authority personnel behind his back. He then maneuvers going into the already open gate when some policemen shove the idiots away from the mansion's gate.