For the first time in days, my head felt clear. Not a single thought was left in my head. The only thing I had to do was let this moment last. It was nowhere near what I thought it would be. It was better. I had never actually felt this deeply about someone. I for some reason, expected him to try something a little more intense after a while, but he didn't. Nicolas just held me, as we continued to kiss each. I could feel my whole body start to get really hot as the passion in our kisses grew bigger. Also, being as close as we were to each other was not helping the heat problem. I wanted to stay like that forever. Never letting the moment end, but I started to feel dizzy from the heat and the lack of oxygen.
We finally pulled apart and started to breathe a little heavy from the lack of air getting into our lungs. After catching my breath for a moment I took my hands and placed them on either side of his face, moving his head to look at me. For a moment, we said nothing, just stared at each other for what felt like hours. I didn't know what to say. Part of me was extremely scared to tell him any of the things I was feeling or had been feeling. I didn't want to ruin anything. I wanted him to feel the way I did.
"I really like you." Was all I unfortunately was able to make come out of my mouth. I wanted to say so much more, but I couldn't find the words. My heart was racing, I could feel the blood flowing through my veins, and the electric feeling that was still generating through my body.
I grabbed his hand it rested it on the spot of my chest where you could feel my heart slamming into my chest plate. I looked at him to notice that his face was slightly red.
Was he just as nervous as I was?
I couldn't tell you what he was thinking, not in a million years, but I could see in his face that he was just as amazed as I was. The emotions I was feeling were so different than anything I had ever felt before. As much as they were scary, I wanted them to last a lifetime.
He soon took me from my thoughts by pulling me into his chest. He had his arms wrapped around me, his forehead leaning on my shoulder. I couldn't, help but wrap my arms around him and squeeze. I could feel him squeeze me a little tighter too. He lifted his head up and used his right hand to have me face him and look into his eyes.
He pressed his lips to forehead, and for the first time in a very long time, I felt loved again.
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I don't remember falling asleep, but I awake to see that it had gotten late. It was raining, and pretty cloudy out from what I could see from the window. I laid still next to Nicolas, as I didn't want to wake him, or for him to let go of me. I laid with my head against his chest, his arms around my waist. I took this moment as a chance to just really look at him. He was so peaceful asleep.
I had never seen Nicolas so calm. He usually seemed very irritated or in a hurry. I never thought I would see him be so calm. Let alone asleep like this. Every part of me wanted to touch his tanned skin, kiss his lips, look into his brown eyes. However, I stopped myself from attempting to awake him. As much as my mind begged for his attention, I wanted him to rest.
The man had saved my life multiple times, for several reasons, and he has made a promise to always keep me safe, the least I can do is let him rest.
As I lay there with Nicolas, my thoughts started to wander back to thoughts of my brother. What had happened? What had he gotten into so deep, that he was willing to give me over to those monsters like a was a piece of meat?
On top of that, what would they have done with me? Would they have prostituted me? Cut my kidneys out and sell them to God knows who? The ideas that ran through my head almost made me vomit.
Even though it was along time ago, I still remember times when Andrew had to take me with him to the Spades hideout to pick up some drugs or money. I remember one time he took me, just so he could give me money to buy some food. After that he made me walk back home by myself, in one of the worst parts of town. I remember wanting to cry every time I heard a noise, or someone looked at me funny. That whole walk back home felt like it took hours, when in reality, it was only a twenty minute walk.
But every step I took felt like it could be my last. That someone would kidnap me, or kill me for the little bit of money Andrew was able to give me. I remember when I finally reached a neighborhood I knew and I ran as fast as I could back home. I didn't even get food that day. I spent most of it crying on the floor of the nasty basement we called home.
Even as I lay here now, remembering these things, it still pains me. My heart still races, my fears start to take over my mind, and I can feel every bit of emotion in my body want to explode out of me.
I soon felt Nicolas arms tighten around my waist, and I felt like I could breathe again.
However, it didn't stop the pain that was inside my heart. I don't think anything will ever be able to heal the betrayal of the only family I have left. The person, who swore to protect me, who traded me, his blood, to have every shitty thing he could ever want. I really, really wish I knew why, that was worth more to him, than me.
Andrew
I don't know where I am. I've been running for so long I can't even remember what I was running to. Was I looking for something? Am I still high? When was the last time I used?
Fuck it, what does it matter? I'll be dead soon right? If Monroe's guys don't kill us all, I'll probably end up shot by another gang, or betrayed by my own.
Ever, where is Ever?
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So, Andrew is in some shit. What you may ask? You'll find out soon enough. If you've been wondering where I've been, it a long story. To make it short, I'm going through some stuff as I shift into adulthood, so I haven't had much time to write. As I am slowly gaining control of my life again, I will update more often and write a lot more. Anyway, hope you enjoyed this update. If you did, please leave a comment, and feel free to vote on any previous chapters. I would like to make a warning that I am currently going back and doing some editing to previous chapters, so sorry if you think it's an update and it's not. Anyway, enjoy, and stay tuned for more.
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What Eyes Can Hear (Nicolas Brown)
Fanfiction*Slight Editing in Progress/Hiatus* Her parents were killed when she was four, her brother disappeared when she was fourteen, and her guardian passed away when she was eighteen. Ever's life has never been perfect, in fact, life for this twenty-four...