Temptation ( MB fancfic) (ON HOLD)

ch.4 Reasons ( continuation)

Am i dead? Really the last thing i remember was seeing my hand covered in my own rich blood. Did someone come save me? Or am i pronounced " Deceased" at the morgue? What happened? I don't really remember a thing , i just felt my life rush out of my cold body. Will everyone miss me? But the main question is Who?

There were voices and sounds all around me, the sounds of cries being interrupted with sirens of something. My eyes wouldn't bludge but i can hear faded , drowning sounds in the distance. I hope i'm being rushed to a hospital i thought violently in my head. A voice stuck out from all the rest " LACEY CAN YOU HEAR ME? " Said the voice sounding like it was in a panic state. The voice was deep and rich , lovely at that. Could it be Chresanto? I felt a jerk in my body , but hell it felt like i was paralized from the neck down. What did i do to deserve this? I asked myself repeatedly, over and over. I felt a mask come over my face from no where and forced me to breathe. From there on out , my mind went into a scary blackness as it did before.

The blackness was like someone from a scary movie was holding you down on a table and straps you in so you can move any part of your body, your mouth glued shut gasping for the precious air you once breathed. you eyes nailed closed creating no gap of light to see through. As you struggle to free yourself from this curse your in becomes unbarable.

I felt something soft and cushoined , and rails , plastic rails. I heard a beeping sound close by ans shoes scuffle in and out of what i think is a room. I try to open my eyes but no effort is pulling through. My body is soo numb shit run me over with a car and i still wouldn't feel a damn thing. As i thought i was doing something which it turned out a fail, i snapped into that trans again. But this time some what dreaming.

It was me and Chresanto at my house kicking it back as usual. We were in the middle of watching the Color Purple laughing and playing with each other. " YOU TOLD HARPO TO BEAT ME!" He said grabbing my wrists, shaking them violently in a suppose to be Oprah voice> " Stop boy! and watch the dang movie !" i said giggling. He flashed his bright smile and centered himself back upon the couch. He had the bowl of popcorn and was throwing it at me like i didnt notice. ' Sir PLEASE" I squealed at him , punching his toned arm. We watch some more then he pauses it, looking at me. I was on my phone , happening to look up at his face starring at me. " Yes?" i ask smiling in a curious way.

" Have i ever told you that you're really beautiful?" Chresanto stammered moving my access hair back from me face. Every time he said the word beautiful and was reffering to me i melted! Knowing how bad i am about myself he makes me believe and have hope that there is something there. " How many times are you going to lie Chresanto?" say putting my head back down to my phone flicking my thumb up and down the screen. He sighed and moved me closer to him. my legs in between his , resting on his hips. His legs in a arch holding me in place, " I'm serious Lacey, sometimes you've got to listen to me even though you don't want to" He said putting my phone down , playing with my fingers. I looked at him wanting to believe but something like a force was holding me back from doing that very thing. We looked at each other in pure slience enjoying the moment together. For some reason i felt that Chresanto might have feelings for me , but that was just bullshit to think about it. He knows that talking about this really makes me emotional, so i try my hardest not get to that state. " Lace, i love you too much to see you hurt everyday, and its effecting me to you know?" Chresanto said as he was holding my hand in his. I felt a tear slip out and crashed on his hand. He looked up and saw the tears come down like rain, letting go of my hand he wiped the tears scooting closer to me. I gently laid my head down and began crying my eyes out.

"I'm sorry.....so sorry santo" i choked out. He held me stroking my hair , with his head proped up against mine. " There is nothing to be sorry for Lacey, you don't have to be sorry " whispered Chresanto. I sobbed so bad causing his shoulder to become extremely wet with my tears. " I just want you to know that you are the REASON why i wake up everyday, i Love you Lacey Marie King" He spoke kissing my head, and continued to stroke it.