The Shot To My Heart (Book#3 to ICBILTDG)

Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

Krystina's POV

Aiden and I are laying on the floor in the living room watching TV. He told me everything, I'm actually a bit relieved to know everything. With everyone keeping things a secret I figured it would make me more depressed but it's actually the opposite.

"Do you remember what kinda movies you like watching?" Aiden asks playing with my hair.

"From what you told me and from what Aubrey told me about my middle name, I'd probably say romance movies were my favorite." Aiden chuckles and grabs the remote control, "Never would have thought. When I first saw you I figured you might be all about horror movies."

"Well don't judge a book by it's cover." He looks down at me with a smile.

"Most cliché saying ever, but it makes sense." I laugh lightly and look at the floor.

I feel Aiden place a finger under my chin and lifts my head to look at him, I instantly feel a blush rise to my cheeks. He laughs and kisses my forehead, I happily sigh. When he pulls away he looks into my eyes and I feel like he's holding something back. He lifts my chin a little higher and kisses me lightly on the lips. I don't understand why I'm so captivated by Aiden's kisses, every time I'm near him I have the urge to kiss him as many times as I can before he leaves. Once he kisses me I can't seem to stop.

"So," Aiden says pulling away from the kiss. "What movie?" He lifts the remote and points it at the TV. When I look back the TV has a list of all movies under a 'romance' category.

"I like Endless Love. Sounds really cute." Aiden laughs and nods. "What?"

"Nothing." I raise my eyebrow and poke his chest. He snickers and exhales loudly.

"When you first escaped from the hospital you said you hate clichés but here you go choosing one of the most cliché love stories."

"Well I don't remember! I'm sorry." He laughs and kisses my temple.

"Enjoy the movie. I gotta go pee."

"Ok." I hear him walk out of the living room and down the hallway. I sigh and stand up. I walk into my new room and stand in front of the full length mirror. This is the first time I've actually been able to look at myself in detail.

When I look into my own eyes I see how off they are. Dark brown but a slight green hue, deep. I don't know if it's a good thing that I can't see what lies beneath my eyes, an endless soul or death.

I slide my hand through my hair, thick, but it breaks easily. Dark brown, a few natural highlights and a few faded colors I can't exactly make out. I brush my hair behind my ear and touch the pentagram scar on my cheek, it's far enough to the side to cover with my hair. It could be worse.

I slide my hand down to my collarbone. I have a scar coming down where my bra strap goes. I slide the straps of my tank top off of my shoulders and turn my back to the mirror. I look over my shoulder and smile. I have angel wings. They start at my shoulder blades and go down to the small of my back.

At the top it looks rugged and shaded black and as it goes farther down it turns from grey to white, rugged to well groomed. I turn back around and see another tattoo just above the cup of my bra, it's Brody's name. This was the only tattoo that I was able to look at closely when I was in the hospital, the only one I know the meaning behind.

I bring my hands to my stomach, I can't help but feel insecure. I wasn't the skinniest at the hospital and I felt like a failure for it. When I look up I see Aiden standing behind me with a frown. My shirt is clinging to my waist, I could easily pull it up and cover myself but I felt too ashamed to remove my hands from my stomach.

Aiden walks up to me and places his hands over mine, I feel a lump form in my throat. He's seen me in my underwear before, but that was so long ago. When I was thinner. I feel him lift my hands from my stomach and kiss my shoulder. I bite my lip hard, I know Aiden isn't shallow, he won't leave me because I put on a few pounds. I feel his arm wrap around my waist and press me I to his chest. I feel his breath against my neck and soon I feel one of his fingers sliding down my back, tracing my tattoo.

He pulls away from the hug and takes off his shirt, I feel the heat rise to my cheeks and he smiles. He puts his shirt on me gently. I know he doesn't want to hurt me, he cares for me. When I manage to slide my hands through his over sized shirt, he leans over and grabs a hair tie. He pushes my curly hair into a messy ponytail and ties it up, I can feel it's slightly lopsided but I smile and leave it the way it is. Aiden pulls at the tank top and pulls it over my head and throwing it into the corner of my room.

"We can watch the movie some other night." He grabs my hand and walks me over to my bed. He kisses the top of my head and pulls me onto the bed with him. I sigh into his chest and I feel his hand undoing the buttons of my pants. I feels panic rise and I grab his hand and push it away. "I'm not trying anything and I'm not going to hurt you." I swallow hard. I should believe him, he won't try anything with his mom in the house.

I reluctantly pull my hand away and soon enough I feel him pull down my pants. I feel vulnerable and uncomfortable until he pulls the blanket over us. I let out a breath of relief. "You were raped weren't you?" I close my eyes and nod letting tears slip. "Hey, look at me." I open my eyes and look up at Aiden. He wipes my tears. "I'll never do that to you. I won't let anybody do that to you again. As long as I'm alive, no one will hurt you."

I smile and kiss his chest, "I love you." His arms wrap around me and hold me tightly.

"And I love you." I close my eyes and relax, for the first time I am comfortable and completely relaxed. I don't have any worries or nightmares, just the warmth and unique scent of the boy I've grown to love.

Aiden's POV

After an hour Krystina is finally sound asleep, after I saw her standing in front of the mirror I got worried. The look she had on her face was a cross between disgust and determination, she has no reason to look disgusted with her body. It was actually the look on her face that took my mind off the fact that she was topless in front of me.

I finally got to see the tattoo on her back, angel wings. At the very bottom the wings were white and very elegant, but as it got higher it turned darker until it was black and damaged.

I doubt she remembers what the tattoo resembled but I have a few ideas. When she's a bit more stable I can ask her what she think it meant. I hear her murmur and scoot closer to me and intertwining her legs with mine. I wish I could take all the pain from her, the memories of her rape. What kind of high school doesn't acknowledge a tiny sophomore's cry for help? It makes me wonder if it was her first time.

Aubrey told me about her first love, how he was killed and that the guys who killed him ended up beating Krystina. I actually envy the guy, he knew Krystina better than anyone, he might have even got to be her first real kiss and even her first time. I hate that she's been through a lot of shit and I can't do anything to help her. I slip out of her hold and walk to the bathroom.

I brush my teeth and shave. When I finish and open the door Krystina is standing in front of me rubbing her eyes. "You ok?" She nods and yawns.

"Yeah I'm fine just gotta go pee." I kiss the top of her head and move to the side letting her into the bathroom. I walk into my room and turn out the light, I take off my pants and crawl onto my bed not bothering to pull the covers over me.

After a few minutes I hear my room door open but I can't open my eyes, I'm half asleep and in a matter if seconds I'm gonna be out for the night. I feel whoever walked into my room pull the covers over me and kiss my forehead. I try to open my eyes again but the more I try the sleepier I get. I don't hear the door open again, but none of that matters. Within the next few seconds I finally fall asleep peacefully.