Too many of us are not living our dreams because we are living our fears. ~ Les Brown
*November 4th*
I layed down on the bed and felt uneasy, my arm was still paining due to where Demaine stabbed me.
I tried to get up but someones arms were holding me tight. I tried to turn around but couldn't seeing as I was laying in a fixed position. I smelt the person, he smelt of Paco Rabanne (the men's perfume). I knew so much about perfume because for work experience I worked in a perfume shop.
I could tell it was an 'he' due to his hard rock 6 pack that's how close we were.
This was definitely not Lucas. I turned around struggling and came face to face with Demaine.
I instantly pulled a face in disgust 'Dick head' were the words that came to mind. "Why are you looking at me like that?" He blurted.
I gasped in shock, I didn't know he was awake "No reason" I replied. "You thought I was sleeping, inih?" He babbled cockly.
I still didn't understand how he was replying with his eyes closed "You look beautiful when you sleep you know" he clarified, with a little smirk forming on his face.
Did he just forget that he stabbed me in my arm less than 24 hours ago?
I blushed, feeling a little conceited. He then opened his eyes and saw me. He stared deeply into my eyes and guilt flushed through his eyes.
"I'm sorry" he mumbled. I nodded feeling my eyes water once again.He hugged me and then let go quickly. He probably thought he invaded my personal space.
"Lemme make it up to you" He blurted. "Okay" I exclaimed.He got up front the bed about to leave but I had to stop him. "Who was the female?" I chorused shyly "My girl:Arla" He blurted
"Oh okay" I said.
Her Only Fear
NAOMI
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