Abella, How It Started

Bella

He holds my waist, being gentle but rough at the same time. His kisses burn me. I lead him into one of the suites and he locks the door. I fall on the bed and yelp as he falls on top of me, trying not to hurt me. I chuckle hollowly as he sweeps his hair back, deciding. 

      "You don't have to, just keep kissing me A." He nods and with a devilish grin, goes back to sucking on my lip. I kick off my heels and he takes off his jacket. All while having our lips locked. I feel his lips. Damn, they are soft. I wish we were still together, kissing on couches and drinking whiskey while popping pills and getting high from weed and mixtures of all the shit. Even though it wasn't healthy, it helped soothe our minds. I hold his face, afraid to let go. It is as if he understands what I am trying to say. 

      "I need you Isabella." I stop kissing for a moment just to process what he said.

      "I need you too Abel, more than you could imagine." I blush. He grins, pulling me closer into his embrace. He smells nice. Like cologne. God Bella, can you stop being weird for like one second! 

      "Nice to hear that someone has been listening," he says. About the new album. 

      "Was that song, about me?" I ask. He nods.

      "More than I would like to admit. Listen Bella, I want you to know, you are not the rebound. I would never do that to you. I was blind. You were right." I want to lick the words out of his mouth. I was right. 

      "You were hurting Abel, as was I. We hurt each other when we left the one thing we both wanted. Let me help you out Abel. This time, we can work," I say confidently. He looks at me as if I am fragile glass that he doesn't want to break. 

      "Fine Isabella." I cringe at my full name. He pulls in again, feeling my hair, I feel his biceps, strong and muscular. Someone's been working out. He feels my curls and my body. He notices I got skinnier. "Have you been starving yourself again?" He asks. I start crying. "No, I am sorry it wasn't my place to ask!" He says. I chuckle hollowly. 

      "No, it's just, no one really has noticed until now, I am really tired, fatigue hits harder than usual, but I can't eat or else I lose the spot." 

      "Bell, modeling isn't always about being anorexic, not that you are. It's about showing off your body, not hurting it." He is right. I sob lightly into his shoulders, too embarrassed to show my face, but he finds it, and starts kissing me again. This time, it was to show he was there.