Waiting Patiently

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Ring. Ring. Ring. No answer. I tried calling Vince again and again, but he didn't answer. "Duh, Lauren. He's asleep like any other normal person," I thought to myself. I tried to sleep.

I couldn't. The tears kept coming. I needed to talk to Vince. I knew he would listen to me. I needed to explain myself. With swollen eyes, messy hair, fuzzy pajamas, and fuzzy slippers I went out to my car and made my way towards his house.

"Crap! I don't know where he lives!" I thought while slapping my forehead with my palm. Then I remembered the card. It had his address on it, too. I quickly found the card and started driving. Tears were coming down harder and harder. I couldn't bare to push him away. He deserved to know how I felt and what was going on with me.

However, when he said he'd be ready to listen, I'm sure that was probably meant in reasonable hours of the day. But I was so hurt, heartbroken, and scarred. I wanted to be with someone who made me feel safe. Someone I knew would listen to me.

I pulled into his driveway and hoped to God this was his house. This house was huge. You would have thought a millionaire lived there. That's not why I hoped it was his house. I hoped it was his because if it wasn't, I was out of options.

I got out of my car and walked up to the door and I rang the bell. No answer. I did it again. No answer. I sighed in defeat and turned to walk back to my car. What was I going to do? I wanted him NOW. Just then, I heard the door open. I spun around and saw that it was Vince. He looked tired... exhausted actually.

His eyes met mine. "Lauren," he spoke. "What's wrong? Are you okay? Talk to me, love."

"I'm ready," I said as tears started covering my face. I couldn't stop crying. He came closer, put his arms around me, and carried me inside his home.

He sat me on a couch in his living room. Everything was so fancy. He sat beside me and looked at me intently.

"I shouldn't have woke you," I apologized.

"Don't worry about it. I wasn't getting much sleep, anyway. Now, tell me what you want to tell me. I'm listening."

I took a deep breath and pulled my legs up to my chest. It was all really coming back now, but I had to do this. I had to tell Vince. He'd been nothing but nice to me. He said that I could trust him.

"On my twenty-first birthday, I went to a club with some friends, and I got raped." His eyes grew big and he clenched his fists. "I wasn't the only one who got rapped. My friend Maddy did too, but I escaped. She, however didn't. The guy killed her." The tears were coming down harder and harder.

Vince listened to me tell the whole story from start to finish. His eyes never left me. He didn't squirm or get uncomfortable. He just listened. He sat there with a sympathetic look on his face.

When I finished my story, he put his arms around me and cradled me. I put my head on his chest and cried for what felt like hours. While I was crying, he took my face in his hands and looked me right in the eye. "Lauren, I am so sorry that happened to you. You did not deserve that. No one does. But please, do not feel bad about yourself that you're the one who made it and Maddy didn't. There was nothing you could have done about it. There was no way you could have known where she was. I'm sure Maddy would want you to be happy and to live your life with no regrets. I need you to understand this. It is not your fault in any way. You were a victim of this just as much as she was. You're beautiful in every way possible. You are a good person, I know you are. You are a precious soul. Don't forget that okay? Please."

I stared back at this man. A man who did not judge me. A man who listened, and wants the best for me. He's so perfect. His blue eyes looked into mine with love and compassion for my past. "Do you still want to be in my life, Vince?" I asked.

"More than you know, love. Just let me. Let me be the man you deserve. I will never hurt you. You are a precious gift who deserves to be treated with love. I want to find those guys and kill them for what they did to you and Maddy. But from this day forward I will thank God for allowing you to live. You are someone the world needs. You are someone I need," he said to me.

"I want you to be in my life. You're perfect. I want to trust again, but it will take me some time. Please, don't give up on me," I said with tears beginning to run down my cheeks again.

He kissed one of my tears. "Never will I give up on you." He kissed my forehead. I looked into those deep blue eyes and found safety. I leaned my head closer to him, not breaking eye contact, and he met me in the middle. His soft lips touched mine. He kissed me so tenderly. He broke the kiss and leaned his head against mine and said, "You, my love, are perfect."

With that I brought his lips to mine again. He kissed me with such passion. I could literally feel his love for me. I couldn't help but keep my fingers in his hair and bring him closer. I let him know that I didn't want to break apart by wrapping my legs around his waist. He responded by lifting me up and carried me up the stairs and placing me down on the bed, being careful to not break our kiss.

I kept my fingers in his hair as he kissed me like he needed me. I kissed him back, hopefully letting him know that I needed him too. He kissed me on my neck, and I pressed my body up against his. I slid his shirt off touching every muscle visible on his chest, his arms, his back, and his stomach. He unbuttoned my pajama top and kissed all the way down my stomach. I didn't have a bra on underneath my top so he kissed my breasts, placing one of my nipples in his mouth. I let out a slight moan and reached down to unbutton his pants. I took his pants off and he slid mine off too.

I kissed his neck and he let out a soft moan. I could feel him getting harder. I wanted this man so badly. He slid off his underwear and I slid off mine. Our bodies fit perfectly with each other. He reached into a drawer on the nightstand and pulled out a condom. I could feel him between my thighs. "I want you now," I whispered in his ear. He moaned a little and I could feel him in me. He went slow and I moaned louder. He felt so good.

A little later he reached his climax the same time I did. "This is what making love is like," I whispered to him.

"I hope I don't disappoint you, love."

"No, you are perfect," I said as I kissed his cheek. He kissed my lips softly and we both fell asleep in each other's arms after that.

A/N

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. ;) I hope a guy like Vince is real. Please continue to read, vote, and comment. I love writing this story.

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