BROKEN ANGEL

CHAPTER SIX - COUNTING STARS

"I feel something so right

Doing the wrong thing

I feel something so wrong

Doing the right thing"

Locked in her bedroom, Melissa Bittencourt felt lost, almost helpless. Although the oppressive desperation she had felt had slowed to normality, a new feeling had taken its place. A feeling she didn't recognize or could name, which made her unconsciously take her fingertips to her newly kissed lips and close her eyes, reliving in her heart what she had experienced when she was in the singer's arms.

She wished to have anyone to talk about it, and maybe share the strange feeling that although she had never experienced it. She wished to try it again. Lissa almost had the feeling that the early interruption had stolen something that she just discovered she was no longer capable of living without.

For a second she wondered if it was not the case to call Angela. Her best friend was the only person in the world with whom the girl could talk honestly, but tell Ang that she had kissed her idol and then mistreated his sister didn't seem like a good idea ... Especially on the Christmas' night. She was almost certain that her tour would come to an end before even started, and this news would be the worst she could give her friend.

Thinking about the disappointment she would cause almost made Melissa leave the room and apologize to Gabriel for the way she had acted, but she didn't regret anything she had done. Not even the kiss that proved be more beneficial than the brunette could have previously imagined, and in addition, or have experienced, Lissa wasn't sure she would be able don' try to take a new dose.

With a sigh of indicated resignation and confusion, the brunette forced herself to move away from the bed and, pondering about the latest events, walked around the room, like a cat.

When she was tired of walking from one side to the other, Melissa sat on the floor in the middle of the room, in front of the fireplace, with her sketchbook in her lap. Her fingers moved almost automatically, forming the contours of Gabriel's well-made face, without the girl noticing what she was drawing. She was just trying to pass the time, since her Christmas' night was definitely over.

As the tour that would come to end soon, at least, she could do was finish the draw to her best friend wished to have... It would be a way to placate the disappointment she would cause. She was determined to even put on her best "sorry girl" mask and ask for an autograph before she left.

With a weary sigh, Lissa studied the sheet in her lap and wished she had not. She could never hand over the drawing she had in hand to Angela. What the graphite had formed was the singer's parted lips, as well as his eyes, though colorless, reflecting the anticipation that preceded the kiss that did not leave her mind alone.

Suddenly her eyes filled with tears. Strangely, Melissa realized that she didn't want to be sent away, not because she knew she would hurt her friend, but also because she wanted to feel, once more, the heady sensation of peace that took in that night, when she had Voss's lips over hers.

"Shit!" She cursed softly. She almost said another swat of profanity when she heard the bedroom door open.

Without look to know who the intruder was, without love of his own life to enter in her room. The girl tried to close the sketchbook and, with her hand still shaking, she tried to dry her tears.

"Wednesday?" Arthur's voice sounded behind her, and Melissa wanted to send him to hell, but she couldn't get the voice out. "Melissa?" The assistant insisted when he didn't receive an answer.