Claim me.

Give your heart a break ~DEMI LOVATO Part 23 JMARIE

SHIVER : SEQUEL!

Strong Sexual Content: WARNING

　

I was shaking.

To the point where I could barely breathe. The sobs racketing outta me harshly. His words hit like a fist to the face, and inside that fist was hatred all clenched up.

He still continued to yell at me, telling me I was pathetic. Saying how much of a 'burden' I was being.

All those words, they killed me! Yet... I still felt the love from him. Still wanted the love returned.

Shakily I reached down, grabbing the thin white material of my tanktop, flincing as his hot breath hit my neck.

" This?" He growled, taking my arms , and raising them high, exposing my bare chest to him. I watched as my top fell back to where I had just picked it up two seconds before. " You think that giving me your body will make me want you?"

I didnt answer. I couldnt.

Biting my lip harshly, the metallic taste of blood not faltering me one bit. The tears wouldnt stop, instead it was like they were following the range of pain that increased each passing moment.

" Whats wrong with you?" I gasped struggling to get out of his grasp.

" Everything. " He growled loudly. " Including you."

Stunned. It was like a last blow of a battle before the air stilled, breaths were caught and silence was amongst.

" Theres nothing..." I whispered. " That you can do , to make me stop loving you."

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He was gone for the next week and a half. Where? I have no knowledge. I didnt know if he was with someone, or alone. I wasnt sure if he was just down the road or a million miles away.

He was lost right now to me.

While he was gone I focused on school work, even sleeping over at a few of my friends houses when I felt too alone.

Then of course every minute I had nothing to do , I spent crying. I hated this right now. I didnt know what I had done to deserve so much hate from the person I only wanted love from.

The night he came home was on a friday , and it was late. That day I had stayed in school working on an essay due the following monday, and went for a run after dinner. By ten o’clock I was in the shower , steaming hot and bathing in the pain it gave my skin.

I had the music playing just loud enough to hear over the water. A nice, soothing album by a women with a melodic voice.

I must of been so caught up in nothing that I didnt even hear his footsteps , noneless as he stepped into the shower behind me.

He didnt touch me, no that wasnt what got me to notice him. It was everything else. His husky smell, the heat that radiated off his body, the uneven breathing that exited his mouth.

That was what got me to slowly turn around and face the man that was filled with lies, secrects and the hatred in love.

Inside I was startled as I took in his unkept, horrid state, but I didnt speak or acknowledge it to him.

I didnt meet his eyes as I took the wet, soaped washcloth and brought it to his wide, muscular scratch, blood and dirt covered chest. Slow and gentle I began washing his skin, over his shoulders and down in arms.

As I came to his back, his hand -with little effort-tugged the washcloth out of my nervous fingers.

My mind was boggled at the thought that maybe he wanted my bare hand to wash his body. The heat of lust crawled through my body as I reached towards his back, running my hands over his clear muscles as water washed the musk away.