Behind The Masks Of Blood ;hes;

Chapter 35

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[Bella] :                     

                          Yesterday was a day to remember. After I talked to Harry and the phone died down I started calling him millions of times but he did not answer and his phone eventually got closed.

                          I was confused on why would he call me in the middle of the night asking me weird questions and confessing stuff had been done long ago. The fact that he wanted to hurt me sexually in the most aggressive ways makes a shiver pass along my body and let me shudder and close my eyes praying that the image of us having sex fiercely to disappeare.

                          What makes me more confused and suspicious is Zayn. He was so calm. He did not even question why did I miss the rest of the film or whom was I talking to. He is so confusing and his actions puts me on discomfort and perplexedness.

                          A coat of heavy arms pulled me closer for a warm hug that burned my body in this cold winter. Silence was controling the room for a long period of time as I think about mindless stuff and my eyes absentmindedly starring at the fire place infront of me as I clutch on Zayn's T-shirt.

                          “We are supposed to meet your family in half an hour.” Zayn muttered. His voice hitting the top of my head as I nod. I particularly did not want to see them, I was not in need to see them at the moment especially when my mind is occupied in other stuff. I do not want to act absent-minded infront of them. I specifically did not want them to suspect my situation or question me about anything.

                          I slipped away from Zayn to feel the coldness of December leak into my body to linger on my skin and leave chills everywhere. I licked my bottom lip that became slightly dry due to the cold natural conditioner that god has sent blowing my face.

                          “I am going to dress —Wait where are we going with them anyway?” I stood to my full height as I tag the back of my pants up. I turned my head expecting an answer from him as he brushed his thumb against his bottom lip in thought.

                          “For dinner I think ?” His voice sounded unsure and his answer was doubted. I sighed. My legs led me upstairs towards his room where I left my packed small bag. This break did not give me any comfortableness neither a good feeling or relaxtion.

                          All I can think about is, I miss Harry. His small touches and slow way of talking. I miss his sarcasm and corny jokes. I feel frigid without him. Coldness treading into my soul followed by a trail of death behind. Filling my body with numbness and pain. Fragility is all over my body like wounds in breakable glass. My heart uselessly beating with him out of my sight and away hundred of miles. Recognition hit my heart before my mind in a thousand years. And realization slowly sneaked between the closed doors of my mind before a slow shiver went down my spine.

                          I pulled my long sleeved shirt over my head as I step infront of the mirror. Observing my neck carefully. Few hickeys lingering on my neck due to last night. I felt disgusted for some odd reason making my face pale abit. My emotions were mixed and I did not know whether I feel the shockingness of the stronger emotions or the nausea of the few purple almost fading marks on my neck that is caused by someone I claim as my boyfriend ?