Forbidden Intimacy

Chapter 8

Who the hell invented Mondays ?

Seriously.

They suck.

Especially when you have to get up early just to go get an education.

Dragging my body out of Travis's arms I get up and look back to make sure he is asleep.

Yup he is...naked.

One leg is out while the other is covered by the white sheets. And both his arms are on the side where I was from where he was holding me tight.
His blonde hair is everywhere covering his eyes and most of his forehead.

Dragging my eyes away from the boy who I still love even though he harms me I pull on my clothes from last night which consist of a not so covering undershirt ,the shirt I did have over this last night was unfortunately ripped last night so I can't wear that ,and some jeans and of course my bra and panties and some flats. Quickly looking in the mirror I look over my reflection. My hair was a mess it was everywhere ,my mascara was a little smudged from last nights tears and a saw a bruise forming on my collar bone and on my wrist once again. I don't have any concealer here so I'll just have to walk home looking like this until I can clean up and hide any and all traces of being abused last night.

Grabbing my bag and keys and phone I walk out of the apartment and down the elevator to outside.

Since it was about 6am it was still a tiny bit dark and a little chilly.

Shivering I patted my hair down trying to get it to cover my neck to 1.warm me and 2.cover my bruise.

Walking down the street I rap my arms around my stomach and try to bring down this sorry excuse of a undershirt to cover my stomach and light traces of stress marks from when I was younger.

"Honk Honk" I hear a car horn blast from beside me.

I jump 10 feet in the air just by the loud sound of the horn and look to the side to see what that was all about.

My heart stops.

Literally stops.

It feels like my world stoped spinning and worry and insecurities started to flood my mind.

Right beside me...In his black dodge truck is the one and only sexy Mr.Andrews.

I stop mid step and just look at his gorgeous face while my jaw is dropped just thinking "Why the hell me ??"

He looks at me with confusion in his eyes.

"Ali?" He ask now the car has completely stoped one hand on the steering wheel and the other laying off the window.

"Mr.Andrews?"I ask back totally astonished.

"Yes...what are you doing out this early ? And why are you dressed like that ?" He bombarded me.

What the hell do I say ?

Oh just walking home from my abusive boyfriends house and coming home to hide my damn bruises.

Yea I don't think so.

"Ali?" He asks again with an eyebrow raised.

"Oh um...just doing my daily walk in the mornings?" I quickly came up with purposely skipping the part where he ask me specifically why I'm dressed the way I am ,but he for sure didn't believe my lie as it came out more as a question and because why in the world would I take a walk in jeans and a thin ,small undershirt that didn't cover all of my stomach and made my boobs just wanna pop?

"Really?" He ask slowly as if he was trying to lure the truth out of me.

"Yeah yeah ...I was actually just heading home now." I told him..which was the truth.