She puts on a mask that portrays that she's happy and everything is fine. But that's just it, everything is "fine". She's lived her life in fear, no wonder that's her middle name. You could put a gun to her head and she would close her eyes and say...
Nicole's POV My eyes slowly adjust to the light shining through my window the next morning. Yesterday was too long of a day for me. Too much happened. I'm surprised that Alec and I did that eight after what happened. His eyes are closed but I know he's awake, from his hand running up and down my back. I try slipping out of his arms, but he pulls me back, this time so I'm laying directly on his buff chest. He keeps his eyes closed. He looks relaxed like this. Whenever he's awake, I'm sometimes worrying about the way he's feeling cause he constantly has a mad look in his face; I think its attractive but it's still concerning at times. I trace the edges of his face, slowly and gently running my pointer finger down his lips. He smiles, opening one eye first. "Morning lovely," he says. I smile down at at him. The sound of his voice is rough, raspy, deep with sleep; sexy. "Morning," I reply, having to clench my legs shut to control the way his morning voice is making me feel down there. He raised his head a little and presses our lupa together, his hand on the back of my head. I missed his touch so much. Last night I was actually relaxed and felt like what he said I would; loved, beautiful, good. I'm gonna have to go to the doctor soon to find out why sex is starting to get more painful. I won't tell him that cause he'll feel as if he's hurting me everytime. He breakers away from the kiss, hands now running down my back. "How are you feeling?" He asks. I smile and it's actually real. (Mature) "Honestly, great," I answer, resting my head on his chest. I shift a little to get comfortable. He moans a little. I can feel him under me now. He closes his eyes and looks like he's pained. "What's wrong? What you are doing?" I ask, laughing a bit. "Trying to think of something a horrible and disturbing to get arid of what you just caused," he say. I move again, making make a animalistic growl come from him. I smirk to myself. Moving down his perfect body, I make sure to leave marks down his chest and v-line. I get to his...problem and look up at him as I take it.in my hand. "What do you want me to do?" I ask. His face turns a light red shade. "You don't get to talk to me that way," he tells me. I smirk to myself and raise a brow. He's getting a taste of his own medicine here. The way he talks in bed drives me up the wall and I'm going to torture him with it too. "I want you to make me cum," he concedes. Smiling to myself, I take him in my mouth, using my hand for the part I can't take. He moans as his body shakes a little, then relaxes. His hips raise gently, making me have a easier time with this. Honestly, I'm surprised I can do this so easily with him since I've been through this other times before in more forceful, painful situations. I know he's not like that though; won't force me to do something he's not comfortable with. His grips my hair and pushes my head down further. I look up at him innocently as he reaches his peak. Removing my mouth from him, I reach down for a towel and wipe my mouth off. "You didn't have to do that," he tells me, still breathing heavily. I shrug, kissing his jaw. "Don't start something I'll have to finish." I get up and make my way to the bathroom. Looking at myself in the mirror I wonder how the hell he views me as beautiful. My body is child like, full of scars, I'm not pretty. I get in the shower when I hear the door to my room close. The water stings my body from the cuts. Once I get out I get dressed and put my hair up in a bun, not caring how I look cause honestly I don't feel good anymore. ×××××××
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A Raelee's outfit Alec's POV I open the door and let Raelee and Nicole in. I can't help but cringe at the school girl skirt. As I walk back to Daisy, I grip Nicole's ass then just walk away. Turning around, I see she's blushing and rolling her eyes at me. We sit down in the living room, while Daisy plays with her coloring books. "You ever want kids?" Raelee asks. I'm surprised by the question. Its not something you get asked everyday. "Uh, yeah. But that can't happen," I admit. I know I'll have to explain to Nicole. Raelee's face turns red. A loud knock on the door comes through. Nicole stands up, letting me okay with my little sister. She shuts the the door before the person can talk and looks at me. "Um, it's for you," she tells me. Standing and going to the door, I open it again and see my father standing there. I take her hand to calm myself. "What do you want?" I demand. He fakes a hurt look. I turn to Nicole. "Stay in here with Daisy, if I'm not back in by five minutes, find me." She nods nervously. Once the door shuts behind me, he grins. "That girlfriend of yours sure is beautiful," he tells me. I tuck my hand in the depths of my pockets. "What do you want?" I repeat, more forceful this time. "I want a relationship with you. Your my son; I can't have you hating me forever," he says. I laugh hatefully. "Come on, your mothers dead. You have no one. You can't say your little whore is there for you, cause she'll be gone when she gets bored. Plus, your just like me." I close my eyes and swallow down nothing. He's saying stuff I already know. "I know that I have no one, but she is. You don't get to talk about her like that. Your are not my father. And I fight everyday to be nothing like you," I nearly yell. He shakes his head. "It shouldn't be so much of a battle." He's right. It shouldn't be. But I know I'd never hurt Nicole someone I love intentionally. If I ever laid a hand on Nicole I wouldn't be able to live with myself. Trying to get out of the situation that could turn violent at any moment, I walk away. "Good thing your Nicole died. She'd be disappointed in how much of a screw up you are. Then again, so was she," he says. He knows just were my buttons are and how to push them. I stomp back over to him and punch him clear across his face. He kicks me in my side, making me stumble back. We start punching and kicking each other. I know I'm bleeding from my lip, nose, and eyebrow. He falls to the ground. I start forward, but a small hand grips my shoulder. I turn around and see Nicole looking at me in the eyes. "Its okay. Just come inside and clean the blood of you," she whispers in a soothing voice. I look back at him, but she makes me lok back as her. "Please. Just come inside with me." The look in her eyes is concerned but calming. I nod and start to back inside. She reps for warm, looking down at my father. For a second I don't know what she's doing, but she kicks him in crouch as hard as she can. He yells in pain, gripping himself. "Go to hell," she says then comes inside with me.
