Wanderers (1st Draft)

In The Garden

Alice

Alice opens her eyes and finds herself staring at a painting of a night sky. She always loved that painting. Realizing where she is, she sits up and looks around. She sits in a small bed under dark blue blankets. The sound of squealing tires and honking drift in through the open window. A sound to her right catches her attention. She turns to see Chris standing in the doorway to the bathroom. He wears black jeans and no shirt. His brown hair is damp and messy.

"How'd you sleep buttercup?" He asks coming to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Good." Alice says looking at her hands. She can start to feel her cheeks blush; they always do when he calls her by her nickname.

"I would imagine by how much snoring you did." Chris says and wiggles his eyebrows.

Alice throws a pillow at him. "I do not snore."

"Right. You just make pig sounds in your sleep." Chris laughs.

Alice glares at him and he responds with a smiles. She rolls her eyes and lays back down. A few seconds later Chris's face appears above her. He leans over her, propped up on his elbows. She bites her lip and stares up into his amber eyes. He reaches up a hand and strokes her cheek. Slowly his leans down to kiss her. His lips press against hers, making her heart skip a beat. Soon his kiss grows harder and his body presses into hers, suffocating her. She puts a hand on his chest and tries to push him away, but he grabs it and pins her arm to the bed. His other hand slides down her body to her belt.

Alice wiggles her arm out of his grasp and pushes against his chest. "Chris stop." She says, her voice sounding small.

Chris quiets her with his lips. His free hand slips under the hem of her shirt and slide up her body.

Alice's heart starts to beat violently inside her chest. "Get off of me." She grunts.

She tries to push him off of her, but he only presses closer to her. Instead she bites his lip, hard. He quickly pulls, blood dripping from his lip.

"You little brat." He hisses. His hand pulls back and Alice squeezes her eyes shut.

Chris slaps Alice across the cheek. She bites her lip trying to contain a sob.

"Go ahead and cry. You know how much I love it when you cry." Chris whispers. His breath tickling Alice's ears.

This is how it always goes, this is always how it happens. Chris starts off as sweet and charming; able to melt your heart with a smile, and forget what you were thinking with one touch. That is until he doesn't get what he wants, when you say no. Then he turns into the monster with eyes that glow red in the dim light and whose fingers leave bruises on your skin. He goes from Alice's prince charming to the man that possess her nightmares.

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Alice wakes up to her heart pounding out and a cold sweat covering her body. Her eyes frantically search the room for Chris, but he's not there. Tears stream down her cheeks, making her face feel sticky. Her whole body shakes uncontrollably. She pulls her knees up to her chest and wraps her arms around them. After a few minutes she stands up on her shaky legs. The cold from the floor seep into her bones and spreads throughout her body. By now her eyes have adjusted to the dark. Slowly she walks to the door and out into the hallway. She doesn't know where she's going until she gets there.