Nothing On You

Chapter Fifteen

Bruno's POV

I hear a car door slam shut and I know it was Izzie. The noise seems to echo though the night, transmitting though air so loudly I feel it in my ringing in my ears. She...she left me. Pain rises in my chest as realization sets in. I pace the room, attempting to map out what happened.

I cooked dinner, showered, got dressed, lit candles, checked on the food and waited while I watch a old episode of Game of Thrones. When I woke up the room was pitch black the only light was coming from the windows which was very little any. I couldn't see anything. I tried to move but my body wasn't responding. I was awake but my whole body was paralyzed except for my eyes. Seconds passed and a dark figure entered the room, locking the door as it stepped in. I tried to move again but it was no use. As the figure made it's way over, the dim light from outside created the silhouette of a woman. She was close to Izzie's height and weight but I couldn't quite make out the face. The next thing I know the woman her her legs over me and she has already started kissing me. I tried to speak but my tongue felt like a slab of lead sitting in my mouth. She moved closer, pressing her body lightly against mine as she moved down to my neck. Vanilla entered my senses. I tried to say Izziah but nothing came. As the woman's hair brushed my cheek I inhaled the scent of her hair. It wasn't a scent that I could really pinpoint it. Who is this? Izzie...? But didn't she say that she didn't want to until marriage...? 

Interrupting my train of thought, the woman pressed her body against me harder. Her full weight rested on me. She kissed me more deeply, I closed my eyes and started to loose myself. Before I realized I could move, my hands were on her waist, pulling her closer. Then the lights came on. Devi yelled and I opened my eyes. The realization hit me. Could it honestly be...?

Natalie. Again. She ruined my life, yet again. She's so selfish, everything is always about her, about what she wants. I honestly don't know how I dated her, much less fallen in love with her. But that's right, she put on an act when I met her and she kept it up long enough to get me to trust her just to screw me over. The term 'gold digger'  even begin to describe her. Just when I was getting used used to the way my life has been without her, she has inserted herself back into my life with the drop of the hat. How does this keep happening?

Izzie, her face...her face, when she saw Natalie... it made my stomach drop like like the first car on a rollar coaster. She shut me out in an instant; I knew that I couldn't get to her then. Even now I know she wouldn't listen to me; I'm currently the last voice she would ever want to hear but, something inside me is telling me to try. I can't let her go so easily. I can't let my Treasure slip from through my fingers. 

My eyes start to pulsate, my vision blurring with every blink. I grab my coffee table with both hands, flipping it over on to the floor.  The echo blows through the room, everything on the floor shakes the table leaves a noticeable dent into the wood floor, splinters stick up. Why the did this have to happen now?! On her birthday? Why did it happen at all? The glass at the center shatters, covering the floor in sparkling, rainbow shards. Breathing heavily I snatch grey my hoodie off the hook by the door and head out, slamming the door behind me. I can't stand being in here.

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Izzie's POV

 Sitting in car quietly I breath slowly, trying to keep a handle on my breathing that is begging me to cry. As my chest heaves I think about THEM. Natalie with her legs over Bruno... his hands on her waist... I try to blink the thought away but its no use, its seems to be glued to the insides of my mind. Devi looks at me thoughtfully she lays her hand over mine. Looking me in the eyes, she seems to send me a sympathetic thought before she climbs out of Cristina's car. After making a quick stop at my apartment, Cristina and I walk into her house. She sets her keys on the hook by the door as she simultaneously sets her coat on the hook. I put my coat next to hers and walk though the living room then down the hall to the guestroom. I set my duffle on the floor and rummage though it for my pajamas. With a tank and sweatpants on, I pluged my phone into its charger and set it on the side table on silent. There's nobody I want to talk to tonight.