Taste

Chapter one : Bruised

The bruises didn't scare me anymore, no, I was way past that, there were scratches now. A couple on my arms, my legs and one that ran from my neck to my right breast.

My body looked like a city struck by and intense earthquake and the sad part was the earthquake would most probably strike again.

I stared at the shattered mirror in front of me and tears welled up in my eyes, making the jade green seem foggy, like a car window in the midst of winter. I didn't want to think of the previous night, I didn't want to relive the nightmarish experience any time soon.

I lit a cigarette which I had found in one of his designer jeans, the cigarette itself was the expensive kind, but he wouldn't realize that it was gone because he certainly wouldn't wear the bloodstained jeans again for a long time.

The rich tobacco hit my lings like holy water, cleansing the the stress that coursed through my veins as o sat on the lavish, ebony dresser chair and let the plush, beige, turkey-imported carpet tickle my feet as I screwed my eyes shut.

Suddenly, long, thin and cool fingers touched my neck and a pair of hot lips my my cheek which was a damp as dew.

"You're smoking again..." His voice still sent goosebumps prickling all over my skin although the words were muffled when they escaped his soft, hot lips.

I pulled the night gown tighter around my body and tied the knot so that it pressed painfully against my black and blue stomach.

"Yeah..." That's all I could say because my body trembled with fear.

I kept my eyes closed but my ever sense was awake and in fact heightened.

"Do you want to go get breakfast or something?" He pursued.

I didn't dare speak, a lump had formed in my that and tears threatened to spill from the well in my eyes. One mischievous drop managed to escape and swam down my cheek, gracefully kissing his warm velvety lips.

He immediately jerked away in a startled manner. He spun the chair around so that I faced him, I was forced to open my teary eyes.

For the first time this morning, I looked into Trevor's sharp, cold gray eyes, as poisonous ad cyanide, but his long, thick lashes disguised the venom like a mask. Smooth peachy skin covered his defined cheekbones and chin. Tiny golden-brown framed his forehead which was now creased with worry, he looked so different compared to last night...

"Are you crying?" Trevor asked. His concern thawed my heart.

"No." I lied blatantly, but as I did, the tears began to flow like the Nile river and my voice broke.

Immediately he pulled me in, I smashed into his marble-hard body and allowed myself to be cared for, to be loved and to be held in warm and tender embrace.

"Amanda?" Trevor spoke gently, "Is something wrong?"

Suddenly the anger came, I crossed over the thin line between love and hate. I suddenly abhorred Trevor Nicholson. I didn't want him anymore as I had just seconds ago.

I pushed him off me with all the might invested in me and stood up. I tore the gown open. I allowed the earthquake to behold the city that it had struck, the damage it had caused.

Trevor stared, horrified and wide-eyed. I watched him crumble to the ground, like a skyscraper demolished by a giants bulldozer.

His remorse was evident, the damage had been done and this was only the beginning...