I stand before a stained glass window, the warm colors vibrating pleasurably through my skin. The plaid shirt that occupies my body covering me up only slightly. The top two buttons unbuttoned, exposing the small cleavage that I have to offer.
Feeling heated hands wrap themselves around my waist, I sigh contently and lean my head back on the hard chest. Spinning around quickly I'm faced with Arnauds, lust filled eyes and his sexy smirk. Standing on my tippy toes I press my lips to his. Backing me up against the wall, his hands roam lazily unbuttoning the buttons on my shirt. The shirt slides from my shoulders, hitting the ground soundlessly.
I grip tightly at the plaid shirt that covers his muscular body. His heart beat strong against the palm of my hand. The heavy beat traveling through my body and leaving a pulsing sexual torture in my sex. Moaning I move my hand to his head.
Gripping tightly at his hair, I pull.
"Oh, Rosa," He purs in my ear, biting at the side of my neck.
Taking my hands from his hair I realize that his hair came out along with it. Moving my hands back up, all lust gone from my body, I pull some more. The stringy pieces now falling in heaps to the ground.
Looking into his eyes, blood begins to trickle down from his eyes. Grabbing at my short hair, I begin to scream. The sound echoing around me. Then I pass out and all I can see is black and Arnauds anguish filled eyes.
Oh, no.
Gripping at my chest, I begin to cry. The sobs racking my body, causing fits of coughing in the process. Memories of Arnaud pass through my mind, pain following close behind. My fingers scratch manically at the skin on my legs. Then on my arms, everywhere else on my body, until im sitting on the white comforter with blood dripping around my body.
[And] That's how I sit. Emotionless on my bed for hours, I don't get up when Alfonso comes in to bring me my breakfast or when he tells me about his childhood. When he finally leaves, I look at the place where he once occupied by him, and the small pillow he rotated in his hands.
I cant help but move up to the spot that he once sat at and place the pillow under my head or how his aroma floods my nose. Invading my body with a much wanted sense of safety.
"I just want to leave," I whisper to myself.
"I just want to leave," .
"Just wanna lea-"
Then insensate consumes me, the last thought on my mind is how it'd be nice for Arnaud to kiss me like he had and hold me like he had just before I decided to leave, but I know that wont happen here because theyd rather see me dead than out of this place.
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"Who's Arnaud? Rosaline? I know you're up," Alfonso whispers, shaking me softly. His voice like a lullaby in my ears.
Arnaud.
"Please get me out of here," I beg, a lone tear streaming down my face. "I cant be here anymore. You all can have it all! I don't want it. Ill disappear," I say, defeat in my voice.
"Yes, ill disappear. You'll never have to see me again. Just please help me get out of here, look I know I- just please get me out," sitting up quickly.
"What makes you think I don't want to see you again, Rosaline?" He whispers, grabbing my chin, searching my eyes for an answer to his question.
"Do you think I just came into your room everyday for a year because I never wanted to see you again? Its because I lo- I um, I love you, Rosaline, " He finishes.
"It's been a year?" I whisper, thoughts racing through my mind.
"Did you not hear me, Rosaline, I said I love you, " he says, cocking his head to the right and squinting his eyes.
"No! NO! no! That cant be, this cant be right! A year? Wheres Arnaud! No don't touch me, just get me out of here! You did this to me! You're sick, you fed me that food and poisoned me. Look what you've done to me! You've given me food and it's made my hair fall out!" I scream, picking up the food and throwing it at him.
"Rosaline, what are you talking about? You cut your hair and I fixed it for you. Look just calm down and I-" He starts, standing up slowly from the bed, his hands before him fear etched across his face.
"Don't you dare tell me to calm down! You've poisoned me! Just get me out of here, don't hurt me. I swear I wont tell anyone what you have done, just please keep my mother out of this. She's never done anything to you," I scream, balling my hair up in my hands.
"You're delusional, Rosaline. I'm not sure why youre acting like this but I told you I loved you and now you think I want to hurt you?" He says, I grab the knife that sits on the dresser from behind my back. Making sure that he doesn't see it.
"Yeah, you're right. I don't know, I'm sorry, " I sob, watching his figure come closer to me, through blurred eyes.
He wraps me in his arms and kisses me on the side of my mouth. Without thinking I drive the small knife into his stomach three times. Snatching the keys from his pocket and his walkie talkie I run out of the room.
The smell of blood invades my nostrils as I limp quietly towards the exit. When I finally step outside, a waft of fresh air surrounds me and I run quickly to the woods. Running towards the only place that fills me with safety now. A place that I haven't been or seen in a year. A place I miss. Arnauds arms.
YOU ARE READING
His Amour
Romance"Only you, Rosaline, have the power to destroy me" I advise you not to read if you are not of age. There will be mature parts, as well as language. Read at your own risk.
