Part 1: Pain
"Arsie. . . Wake up . . ."
"Arsie. . ."
The sunshine lit up the whole room as Chasten mumbled through snores. I sat up and faced myself through the shiny glass window in front of me. I looked at my bed and saw my sweet, yet mischievous love of my life, Chasten.
"Hey beautiful," I said to myself and winked as I happily stood up, wearing only underwear beneath my bathrobe. A sudden pull of my hand dragged me back down to the bed. Oh, he wants a fight early in the morning? Well, he'll get one.
"Oh my God! H-hey!" I squealed as Chasten tickled me endlessly. The bedsheet was ruined and pillows were thrown everywhere, the setting was somehow like a slumber party held by petty girls and gays. He hugged me really tight and smiled afterwards. Seems like this guy has his own plans for today.
"Goodmorning sunshine!" He said as he kissed my cheek and stood up to probably take a bath. He's kinda too sweet today. I wonder what hit his head or what he ate last night. How come he's such a butterfly right now?
"Ew, don't 'sunshine' me! Go take a bath you insolent bag of meat," I tittered. He looked back at me and smirked—he looked like a rapist, a killer, a man who is ready to molest a woman any time! I smiled at him with a slight drop of confusion on my face, he then ran towards me and tickled and wrestled and just, pinned me down and somehow tried to kill me through laughs and giggles.
"You rude little meatball!" He squealed.
"Agh! Let go of me, you're dirty!" I screamed through giggles as he hugged me tight and somehow managed to tickle me while his arms were wrapped around me. My bathrobe slipped off of me and he suddenly stopped the fun.
"W-what's with that scar, Sie?" He asked nervously. I looked down to my chest and saw the scar on my right collarbone. I don't know what happened to me back then, but I grew up with this. I was probably careless when I was a kid so I wounded myself on my collarbone.
"Oh, don't mind that. It's probably just a wound from my childhood," I answered. He stood up from the bed and walked towards the shower.
"You should probably get ready, you're gonna be late for work," he said. He stopped walking and stood still for a solid minute, and then walked towards the bathroom again. Weird, was my scar really that big of an impact to him? I brushed off my thouhts and stood up, fixed the bed and looked outside, staring at the neighbor's house. I wore my bathrobe to cover up and as I stare through the neighbor's window, someone peeked through and immediately went away. Well that was a sudden change of scenery. I took a quick shower and hurriedly changed to go to work. As I ran downstairs to eat breakfast, I saw Chasten sitting on one of the chairs at the dining table, smiling sweetly. This is unusual, he never cooks for me, nor for himself.
"Wow, having a great day, Mr. Devins?" I chuckled and sat beside him while putting food onto my plate.
"I just wanted to do something special for you, Sie. This wouldn't happen tomorrow, I swear!" He giggled and started to stuff food into his mouth. I smiled at the thought of him cooking for me, how sweet!
I'm sorry, Chie.
"Did you say something, Sie?" He suddenly asked. Confusion left me hanging, I also heard a voice inside my head. In fact, it was my voice. What the hell is going on today?
Chie, I'm leaving. I'm sorry.
"What do you mean 'leave'? Are you breaking up with me Sie?" He suddenly asked again and slammed the utensils down to his plate. I didn't say anything, I swear! What the fuck, can he hear the voices in my head?
"Whatever. If that's what you want. . . then get out of my fucking house!" He screamed. What did I do?! God! I stood in confusion as I watched him go wild in the kitchen—throwing glasses and plates everywhere, slamming drawers, smashing vases; the place was an absolute mess. I couldn't help but feel the tears fall from my eyes. Have I done something wrong to the man I love? "Why are you still standing there. . . ? I said GET OUT!"
"Chie, I didn't say anything earlier, what are you ta—"
I felt the definite sting from his hand on my face.
He slapped me.
And it hurt.
I gave him one last look and ran away, carrying a bag that only contains pocket money. No personal stuff; no nothing.
To be continued.
A/N: I apologize in advance for the slow updates because we have no Internet Connection for the meantime. I will update as soon as I can. :)
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Teen Fiction"I don't want to ruin your life. I'm just trying to save you from it." Aria Sienne, or simply Arsie, is a reckless, broken-hearted party girl who was once a sweet, kind, and innocent daughter of the Desmins. She was a ship that sank; a lone wolf wit...
