The Painters Savior

chapter 2

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I woke up surrounded with white lights. I'm wearing a white gown and I'm lying down on my back. The bed I'm resting on is soft and cushioned. I actually did it. I killed myself. My mom probably didn't even notice. Everyone will be better without me. I'm swarmed with a sad emotion and pout. Am I in heaven? I whimper as I remember all the things I'm going to miss. My baby brothers, my aunt jenny. That's it. I whimper again as I think that my life was better off non-existent.

"Baby, please stop whimpering it's tearing me apart." I jump and look around to see a stunning man in the far right corner. His dark black hair is messily lying on his head and his brown eyes are surrounded with dark bags. Arms crossed over his chest, muscles flexed, he looks at me with a pained expression. All in all, he is beautiful. Most beautiful person I've seen in my entire life. The day before comes swarming into my mind as I remember what happened. I didn't die; and it was all because of him.

His face softens as he sees me look at him. Then I get red with anger. "HOW DARE YOU?" a look of confusion crosses his face, obviously not expecting my little outburst. "What are you talking about?" He takes a step forward and stops as he sees me flinch back.

"I didn't want to be saved. Whether or not I kill myself has nothing to do with you!" I scream. I didn't want to be alive. Where am I anyways? This doesn't look like a hospital. He comes closer and whimpers when he hears what I said. Sitting on the edge of my bed he lifts a careful hand and puts it to my cheek. Sparks immediately spread through my face and my eyes widen in shock. A small smile spreads across his face. "You feel it too." He whispers. I didn't think it was meant for me to hear, so I ignored it. A frown invades his perfect face and I want nothing more than to rid of it.

"If you kill yourself it certainly does have a lot to do with me. I would die if I saw what I did, and not have stopped you. I care about you, sweet heart, you are not getting away from life that easy." Butterflies swarm my stomach at the sincerity in his tone. I suddenly remember that he doesn't know my name and vice versa. I press my cheek against his hand and close my eyes as he starts to soothingly move his thumb up and down. I sigh in happiness as I say "my name is Felicita Stone." I open my eyes and look at him staring intently at every part of my face. " Felicita Stone. What a beautiful name." A shiver runs down my spine as he says my name. It sounded so much better coming from him. Lifting my face to his he puts his forehead against mine. This is so strange. All these feelings for this stranger.

"My names Chase Tamer." He whispers. Breathe fanning my face. "Chase." I repeated his name and couldn't ignore the same shiver, I had for him, run down his back. I smile as he intakes a breath. He freezes and when he opens his eyes they aren't the perfect brown. They're dark, almost black. I jump back in fear. How did he do that? What kind of human does that?

"No please don't be scared of me." He pleads. "I will never hurt you. Never. okay Felicita?", climbing onto the bed he wraps his strong arms around me. My breath slows as he strokes my hair, I nod and relax. "Where am I?" I ask looking up at this mystery man beside me. "You're at my house." He said looking down his eyes full of, I don't know. But they're clouded.

"Felicita?"

"mhmm?"

"Can I kiss you?"

This had my eyes widening. I didn't even know him. Why did he want to kiss me? I look up at him and find myself staring at his lips. This is so weird. I want to so bad. I bite my lip and nod slowly. Chase looks at my lip and groans. He cups my face with his two large hands. Coming closer slowly, I die in anticipation and our lips touch. First it starts slow and gentle. But when he lets out another low groan it becomes rougher. He pulls me closer and kisses me with so much passion I melt in his arms. He hovers over me and doesn't stop. By now I feel like my lungs are going to burst. I pull away panting.

Bringing my hand up to his face I open my eyes and see his are still closed. He puts his forehead to mine and lets out a shaky breath. His eyes are still closed and once he opens them i see tears in his eyes. "Please don't leave me." His voice is so soft and small. He sounded so broken that it hurt me to see him like this. He started to cry harder still cupping my face. Repeating it over and over again. Each time it breaks me. I hold onto his face with my small hands and kiss his forehead, nose, cheeks then his lips. Tears roll down my face. How can I leave him? "The world is such a good place. Whatever hate you have inside, it's temporary. You need to find something that can make it better. I can do that."

When I pull back he has stopped crying and he looks at me with so much hurt in his eyes I found myself saying "Okay, I won't leave you. I'm right here." A look of relief covers his face and he brings his lips back down to mine. But I know I'm lying. How can I just change my mind? My life is horrible. A little part of me believes I will be fixed; All because of him.

He rolls off of me and lays down, arms wrapped around me. I fall asleep wrapped with chase, my head on his chest, again. I don't want this to end and it's so strange to me. All of it. But I just go with it because I know I won't get another chance like this.