Changing | SM

Part 54: behind the scar

Adriana:

I paced up and down in the living room, biting down on my nail as I gathered all my strength and courage together to tell him what happened.
I let out a deep, long breath.

"Okay." I said softly, barely a whisper, before I started unbuttoning my shirt.
"What are you doing?" He chuckled, I saw his cheeks turning red as I unbuttoned my top.
It made me calm down a bit, to see his affection shining in his eyes and love blossoming in his cheeks.

"I have to show you this." I walked closer to him, pulling my bra to the side, only a small bit, so that the scar can be shown.
"So you're finally telling me what happened there?" He felt the scar again, gently touching it.

"So what happened?"
"After Mason was killed and Cody got sentenced to a year in a reform school I was breaking down. I held all the hate and grudges against him inside of me till he came back. When he did, I went over to him late the night, confronting him about what he did and how he hurt me, but it was nothing compared to what I just yelled at him. It was much more on a downscale." He sat down on the edge of the couche, pulling me in to him between his legs as he held my hands in his.

"I asked him why he did it, and he didn't even mention that he was drunk. It was as if he wanted to kill him, wanted him dead. I was probably next because when things got too much for him to explain or handle he got aggres again. Scissors was at his reach, at the tip of his fingers..." I paused, looking down at the scar.
"I can say that it hurt, but the hurt was nothing compared to how my heart broke in the year." His eyes grew big as he looked at me.

"He stabbed you with fucking scissors? Why didn't you do or say anything?"
"Because he couldn't bare to go to reform or even worse, prison, again and told me that if I tell he'll finish the job for real." He ran his hands through his hair.
"But hey, don't worry about that now okay. I have you, and that's all I need. He can't do anything to me because he will face the consequences of standing in court again." Shawn just looked at me with frightened eyes, pulling me in to a hug as he rubbed my back.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through all of that."
"It's okay. I feel good after yelling at him now." I chuckled in to his chest.
He tightened his grip around me before falling back on the couch. I laughed as we hit the pillows, seeing the smile on his face as he looked at me.

It's so surreal how you can fall in love with someone, and not be able to describe it. A love that kills you so bad, and you only want more. That's the passion and love I need, and have.

"Well since you've already loosened it..." he sat up, pulling me on to his lap before pulling my top over my shoulders.
He slowly leaned forward towards me, cupping my cheeks as I started blushing deeply, feeling his lips brushing against mine before locking together.
I slowly started pulling on the hem of his shirt. He let go of me, putting his arms in the air as I pulled his shirt over his head.

He lied back down on the couch, with me still straddling him.
I let my hands travel down from his chest to his stomach, making sure to feel every inch of him.

"I like my body when it's with your body. Muscles are better and nerves are more." He smiled at me, his fingertips drawing small circles on my thighs.
"I like your body. I like what it does, I like to touch you, to feel your spine of your body and its bones. And the trembling firm-smoothness of your body, your lips, which I will again and again and again kiss." He chuckled as I started explaining to him in the most poetic way possibly, how much I love him, without directly saying those three words.

"I like to slowly touch you and feel every outline, ever inch of you. Knotting my fingers in your hair and being in this embrace. But I love the thrill of having myself under you. Knowing you like this too." I tried to smirk but so deeply failed and he laughed.

"I love you too." He grabbed my arms, pulling me down to him. The feeling of his hands traveling around my body makes me weak and my body gives in to his touch.
He makes me feel like his, the only girl for him, every time he kisses me or touches me.

Just as we got back in to the kiss, there was a knock at the door. I jumped up from the couch, throwing him his shirt as I quickly buttoned up my own.
"Who can that be?"
"I don't know!"

He walked up to the door, my heart pouding in my chest as I tried fixing my hair. School was about to get out when we left, so it doesn't surprise me when Brian showed up.
It's already evening.
I heard the door creaking open.
"Dad?" His voice broke.

Shit.