Reese

Chapter 27 - Enough

Reese's P.O.V

Friday 19th March 2013

I woke up with my sheets loosely wrapped around me, this unbelievable feeling inside me. I felt alive, like I was glowing. I dragged my arm up my warm, naked body, my fingers fumbling as they found my hair, twisting the ends between them. The smell of sweat rose through my senses.

Then it hit me.

The guilt.

I turn to my left, a tuft of dark hair peaking up through the sheets.

I was missing Liam a lot last night, and I haven't been very intimate with a man in months and I guess Mark was just... there. I kind of jumped on him, like a savage animal.

I hate myself for it.

Yes, maybe some feelings were surfacing for the boy but they're now completely gone. I haven't ever hated myself so much before, and I've seriously hated myself.

I pushed my hand back under the duvet, fiddling around trying to find my underwear. I hooked onto my knickers and gently slid them on, then sliding out of the bed knowing that my bra was on the floor. I found it and fastened it around my breasts, then reaching for my dressing gown that was hanging on the back of the bedroom door.

I took one last glance at Mark and then shut the door, reaching for the banister and making my way down the wooden stairs. When I reached the bottom I found an envelope sitting on the ground, my name written in very girly hand writing on the front.

Who would send me a letter?

It wouldn't be Katie, she always calls me. The same with Eleanor and Perrie. Other than those three, I don't know any more girls.

I picked the letter up, glancing at the stairs before making my way into the toilet. It's a girls handwriting, but I feel that if Mark caught me with this letter he'd still go berserk. I hate that.

I hate everything.

I hate where I am.

I hate who I live with.

I hate it all.

Except Liam.

I open the envelope, the folded letter falling out in my hands. I unfold it, my eyes glancing at the bottom because I so desperately wanted to know who it was from.

I gasp, grabbing my chest.

Liam.

I read through the start of the letter, my hands shaking with emotion that I can barely make out the words as they shake in front of me.

I hear the stairs above me thump so loudly that dust sprinkles down from the toilet ceiling. My hands grow sweaty as my breath hitches, stuffing the letter back into the envelope and under my dressing gown near my left breast.

He's coming.

"Reese?" I hear him call.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror, taking in a deep breath.

Right, calm down Reese. Just pretend you were on the toilet.

I turned towards the toilet, pressing down on the handle to make it flush. The clear water swirled in disgust as it drowned itself down the pipe. I then went back to looking in the mirror, running my fingers through my matted hair. I heard Mark's bare feet slap down the hallway, the door handle adjusting at his touch. He opened it and immediately locked eyes with me through the mirror, a smile stuck on his lips. He came closer to me until his chest was pressed against my back, wrapping his arms around my breasts. 

"Last night was amazing," He breathed, "Just like old times."

I scoffed, "Yeah, and it's never happening again." I wiggled out of his grasp and stomped into the kitchen, pulling my dressing gown tighter around my body. The rough envelope rubbed against my skin.

"Why not?" He asked, pouting.

I turned to face the wall, switching on the kettle. "Because it was a mistake, Mark."

He sighed, "You've got to stop over thinking everything, Ri. Every time you do something even vagely exciting you end up regretting it. There's no harm in living a little. After all, isn't that what life's all about? Living?" He chuckled, he sounded so happy.

At least one of us is.

"It's not about over thinking, Mark!" I gulped, turning around to face him. "I shouldn't have done that last night. It was unfair on you."

"I don't think so." He grinned, "Something can't be unfair when I enjoyed it that much." He came closer to me, until I could feel his breath on my neck. "You're such a worrier. I love you, and you love me. Nothing can be unfair or unjust about that." He planted kisses all the way up my neck and onto my jawline. 

 He moved his hand to my breasts, massaging them lightly. The letter crunched under his touch and he froze. My heart started pounding against my chest again.

"What was that?" He frowned, pulling away from me. As he moved away, a breeze blew onto my neck, making it colder where he was just kissing.

"Nothing." I whispered, forgetting about the kettle and attempting to get out of the kitchen. "I'm going for a shower."

He grabbed my wrist, "Oh no you're not. What are you hiding from me?"

"Get off." I growled, yanking my wrist out of his grip. 

I was about to walk out when he grabbed waist, pulling me back. He pushed his hand down my dressing gown and clutched the envelope, creasing it as he took it out.

I squeeled as he let me go, trying to grab the letter back but he was too tall.

"It's addressed to me, Mark! Give it back!"

"Why should I, though?" He countered, "It's obviously from Liam otherwise why would you hide it from me?"

I dropped my head, the anger filling my body. I just want to be free from this mess, I don't want any of it anymore. Why can't Liam and I just be together? Why are there so many complications?

We're always so close, but then something always has to happen to stop it.

Always.

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