Beauty and the Bruises

Chapter Two~

I finished my shower quickly, and then jumped out, wrapping a towel around my head and around my body. Jake smiled. "You look better with that towel off."

"Right." I grimaced, quietly. I scooped up my clothes in one hand, and dangled my shoes by the laces in the other. "I'm gonna get dressed, I'll leave you to have a shower." My voice was shaky, but it always was. I never knew what Jake could do any moment. I know what he was capable of.

He shrugged, then stretched his arms, yawning heavily. I went back to the bedroom, and closed the door. If only there was a lock on this damn thing. I dried myself off and dried my hair, then slipped on some cute matching underwear and my shorts and T-Shirt on top. I put on some little black socks, then slumped down at my dressing table.

I rested my elbows on the table, my chin resting on the palms of my hand. I zipped open my make-up bag, but didn't touch anything. I just stared at my reflection. Biting my lip, I looked down at the braclets on my wrist, and pulled them up slightly. It revealed about six deep, red scabby cuts on my wrist. They made me cringe looking at them, so I pulled the braclets back over them.

"Hurry up and get ready, you'll be late else." I jumped, and turned around. Jake chuckled. "Wow, sorry, make you jump?" He had a towel around his waist, and was running a smaller one through his hair. I didn't reply, just turned back, staring at myself in the mirror. He sighed. "Did you hear me? Get ready, and hurry up."

I emptied the contents of my make-up bag on the dressing table. I pulled my hair up in a messy bun, and then applied some foundation, black mascara and eyeliner, doing a little flick at the end. I put on a tiny bit of reddish eyeshadow to match my colour scheme for the day, then some cherry red lipstick. I ran my fingers over my perfumes, and clutched my new One Direction one. I squirted it, then hairsprayed my hair.

Meanwhile, Jake was getting dressed. I didn't look at him as I got ready in the mirror. After I finished getting ready, I slipped on my shoes, and grabbed my silvery River Island bag, which had a long strap. I slung it on my shoulder. "I'm ready, okay?" I said, a bit impatient, gesturing to myself.

Jake was sat on the edge of the bed, dressed in black skinny jeans, a black T-Shirt with the Black Veil Brides logo, and a black unzipped hoodie over the top. "It's about time." He smirked. "I haven't had a proper kiss from you this morning..." He opened his arms.

"You said we would be late."

"One little kiss won't hurt." He sniggered, and beckoned for me to come over. I went over to him, putting my bag down on the floor next to me. He patted his lap, and I sat on his lap, facing him, and swung each leg around him, my arms around his neck. I bit my tongue. He frowned. "You gonna kiss me then?"

I shook my head. "We need to go." But Jake smashed his lips into mine. He placed his hands under my butt to support me, and violently pressed his lips against mine. I kissed him back, but wanted so badly to just leave. I couldn't. His lips were pressing so hard against mine, and I felt the coldness of his lip piercing digging into my bottom lip. He then slipped his tongue into my mouth, colliding it with mine. He moaned, and I tried pulling away. "Stop it now, Jake." I choked, turning my head away, but he roughly pulled it back and kept kissing me. "I said stop it." I said again.

"Shut up." He whispered, his lips trailing on my neck. He worked them back up to my lips, then trailed his tongue over my lips one more time. "We should go all the way now, Dani."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I kept my hands in place around his neck, as if I let go I would fall straight back. "No, Jake. I told you I wanted to wait."

"Well you're making me wait, and I've been waiting for over a year." He looked at me through hopeful eyes.

I looked at one of the walls. "I'm not ready..."

"But baby, I really think we should just-"

"I said no, alright?" I snapped loudly, but regretted it. I got off his lap, and shook my head.

He rolled his eyes. "Fuck you then. You can walk to school, I'm not giving you a ride." He grabbed my bag off the floor and threw it to me. I caught it, slung it on my shoulder, and left the room, slamming the door. I started my walk to school.