The Misfits

Ch.7 Cecille Roux

"I have not forgotten about you, Cecille." A deep male voice echoed in the darkness. She knew this voice, the strong French accented voice that haunted her everyday. His large hand grabs her neck with an iron grip, lifting her off the ground. She tried to dig her nails into his hand, struggling to catch her breath and fight the offender. Her feet tried to find some footing. "I do hope this serves as a reminder."  Cecille's vision began to darken before being slammed against the wall.

Cecille eyes shot wide open, gasps filling the room. She glanced feverishly around the room. After a few minutes of silence and realizing she was not in her bedroom, she rolled her eyes. She wiped the sweat rolling down her forehead with her forearm. Fuck, I'm still having nightmares of him? Un-fucking-believable,  she thought with self-reprimand. Sitting up slowly in the familiar lumpy mattress, she stretched her thin arms up, earning a few satisfying cracks. Feeling goosebumps spreading all over, she noticed she was bare naked. She smirked and glanced to the man to her right, last night's events replaying in her mind. Her grey eyes roamed over the handsome man sleeping soundly next to her. She lightly ran her fingers through the man's soft, spiked blond hair before pinching the man's straight nose closed. Counting in her head and humming softly, she giggled when the man woke up from lack of oxygen. 

"CECILLE!" Keith sat up, having a coughing fit. "Yuh tryin to kill meh?!" 

"That's punishment for not calling me to tell me you were back." She hugged her bony knees, leaning her head on them to look at Keith under her curled eyelashes. Keith grumbled as he laid back down with his back to Cecille, trying to go back to sleep. "Heeeeeey." She pulled on his ear playfully. Seeing no response, she grabbed her phone from the nightstand. "I'm going to school in a little, so I'm leaving the door unlocked. Don't blame me if you get mugged alright?" 

Keith turned over, staring at Cecille's body as she got up from the bed and started tying her hair up in a messy bun in front of the full body length mirror. His saphire blue eyes lingered over the dark bruises and deep love bites on her sun kissed skin. The bruises resembling finger marks were the darkest around her neck, along her arms, and around her ankles. On the other hand, the love bites were so deep that the swelling still hadn't gone down. He recalled he had not seen the wounds on stage last night, but then again he was a little too high to really pay attention. "Oi, I didn't do that to yuh right?" 

Cecille turned to him slightly so she can meet his unwavering stare, smirking lightly at the slight concern in his voice. Though she does admit in the past whenever he had bad trips from the drugs, he would do some crazy sex plays to her. She glanced at her reflection with annoyance. The makeup she had used to cover up her wounds had either been rubbed or sweated off. "No worries, you were a perfect gentleman last night." Keith expression relaxed with relief. The last thing he would want to do was cause her pain, but he knew it was still a possibility when he was baked. "These are from a stupid mistake. Don't worry. They are healing up quite nicely though." Keith recoiled a bit at the statement. If this was how it looked when healing, how'd it look fresh?

"...Whutever yuh say." Keith yawned, deciding to not waste energy in pressing the matter further. After all, their relationship was no strings attached. They don't pry into the other's habits or lifestyle and simply call whenever they want to fuck. Cecille searched for her clothes, realizing she could not go to school in the revealing clothes she came in with the makeup not covering her wounds. She also realized her shirt was missing.

Crossing her arms with contemplation of last night's events, she caught sight of an out of place, over-sized steel shaded jacket placed across the chair. Oh, now I remember. It's that cutie's hoodie. I can work with that. She decided to wear no underwear for the day since yeast infections were not fun. However, she kept her bra on because although her stature was petite, she had plump breasts and could not get away with going bra-less at school. Slipping on the simple hoodie, the sleeves dangled way past the tips of her fingers. She decided rolling up the sleeves neatly would be better. She enjoyed the baggy comfort of the warm, soft cloth that reached her knees. With no need for words, she went to the bathroom and opened a new pack of toothbrushes Keith probably swiped from the hotels he stayed at during his tour and began to wash up. She grabbed her small purse and began to do some touch ups of makeup on her face that would do until she arrived at school. Giving a quick look at  herself in the mirror, she smiled in delight of how she made the plain jacket into something somewhat fashionable. "Bye-bye!" She called out over her shoulder as she slams the door closed.