A Complicated Love

Chapter Two

Elena's POV

"You think you know what love is? Maybe you do. I lost love long ago. So long ago I can barely remember when. I must have been a little girl. My mum had just passed and I was left alone with my alcoholic stepdad. He beat me daily, so badly I began to like it. Then he raped me, raped me over and over again until finally it wasn't rape anymore. It was something I wanted, it was something I craved, I craved for him to fill the empty void inside of me. But don't feel sorry for my darling, feel sorry that you believe in such things as love" I whisper to the passed out man laying naked next to me wrapped in my own Egyptian cotton sheets. His legs straddling my own naked body.

I gently hop out of bed making my way over to the night stand which held the vanity and all my hair supplies. I hesitantly look up into the mirror and there before me is this woman who looks like me. She has long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. She has a slender frame and freckles scattered around the bridge of her nose. But this person couldn't be me, her eyes are empty, they are lost. But then I remember that's how they've always looked. There was never a time when they were not so glassy.

I pause there and stare down at my brush that is held up by the mahogany night stand. Well never is not exactly the right word. There was James, and Rigo, and Salvator. All men who had touched her heart. And how did she return the favor? She cheated on them with each other she thought smugly to herself. They had stepped one inch too far beyond what she wanted and needed.

As if reading her mind two warm large hands wrapped around her slim waist caressing her soft skin making their way to her soft mound while a wet soft mouth claimed her neck. She looked up into the vanity to find Hector looking back at her with chestnut brown eyes partially hidden behind straight black hair.

"Come back to bed" he said seductively behind her earlobe. He had travelled north up her neck and was now pecking lightly behind her ears. His fingers had found there way into her sopping entrance.

She closed her eyes for a moment enjoying the feel of his fingers deep with in her and then looked back into the mirror and gave Hector the approving nod.

And just like that she was transported away from the heaviness of her heart and into bliss.

Author's Note: Hey guys, I haven't written in a long time so any advice or comments will be helpful. Please don't be shy, I want to know that someone is actually reading this! Let me know what you think and if I should continue.