Are You Really My Savior (A James Maslow Love Story)

How Could Anyone Leave You For Someone Else...?

Aloha!! Welllll...I know I'm terrible at updating :P I really do *try* to get stuff done but you know how homework, friends, family, sports, and drama can get in the way >.<

I'll try to update [a bit] faster...I hope I can at least! I just wanna thank you guys, again, because really means SO much that people are reading a story I absoultly love writing!!! You're what keep me going :33 

Ha, this still seems like a short chapter...meh, whatever ^-^

Anywayss, the song is Heart Hurts by Hot Chelle Rae (ahhh it fits the chapter SO well if you see who's PoV it's from! Haha :33) Andddd the picture is James (of course)! <3 Love him so much (hence me writing this story..)!! <33

I'll stop rambling :*) haha ENJOY :D

 {Colette's PoV}      

 “Colette!” a voice I never wanted to hear again shouts. “I know you’re fucking in there sojustopenupalready!” his words slur together. I can tell alcohol is already poisoning his lips, cursing his charcoal heart into a deeper hole.

                A shiver runs up my spine, a cold hand running its fingers slowly up my back, unleashing a harsh, icy breeze onto me. All of these memories fall through my heart, guilt spilling as fast a blood, hatred boiling up. A mix of emotions throwing and twisting my confused heart around too much. This cannot be happening. It just can’t.

                Why am I stuck in this life, having to be stuck with this fuck up? I can’t believe I never saw through his mask that was trying to make me his date to the masquerade. It wasn’t exactly obvious, but he did drop some hints. You think I would’ve pushed him away and ran after the first bruise…but no, oh no, I’m too timid and meek to be able to push anyone away from my fractured heart. I don’t like breaking other people’s hearts…probably because I know that feeling of helplessness, hopelessness, hurting, anger, melancholy, and regret a little too well. Of always getting half-empty promises, half-hearted I-love-you’s, and half-false kisses that were never meant to be. I just can’t believe I fell for his tricks for trying to keep me around for his codependent self.

                I could’ve saved myself from all of this by saying no that first night, the only night, he asked if it was okay if we kept going…how did that happen so long ago? I feel like it was just yesterday that it was a blustery December night leading into January. I remember at midnight he looked at me, passion and love glimmering in his sea of sapphire and navy eyes. A smile twitched on his lips, and in the next second, his lips were attacking mine. It began gently, passionately, blissfully beautiful…but a few minutes later, a spark ignited in his blazing eyes, fire and electricity spilling all over him as his lips tore ravenously at mine, at me in general. Hands running wildfire up and down me, kisses bittersweet, clothes disappearing in a bonfire…I thought it was the best night of my life. I had no idea that it was the first clue into telling me, innocently, that he was (and is) a bad person, a harmful and manipulative guy. But at the time, he was all I wanted, all I thought about, all I ever was with. I…—I thought he was the one…that we’d end up marrying each other…But tears fell, my heart grew wimpy and petrified, his heart grew censoring and demanding, and I never had the guts to fight back. Until a day ago…

                    I have no idea how courage had randomly sprouted into my shattered, blistered heart, scorched by getting too close to those destructive flames.

                “…Col…?” James’ whisper tickles my ear, drawing me back to the present, the exact place I wish didn’t exist right now. I…I can’t believe I dragged James into this now, too. I’d do anything to save him. I know James isn’t insidious; he’s the flawless, caring, romantic, selfless, funny, sweet, and sensitive gentleman I’ve been dreaming of wedding since I was a little girl. He’s the one. He’s the one I want. He’s the one who’s trying to save me. He’s the one who will never let my glass heart fall like darkening fireworks crackling down into the black waters of the lake.