Violent Hummingbirds

CHAPTER THREE

Rage pulsed through my veins. Red-hot and easy to anger, going outside was no possibility.

How many missed calls now?

I hadn't really cared. It was His fault I liked him anyway. Stupid enchanting oceans eyes, soft, sandy-blonde hair. Small face and fit figure.

That's the problem with addiction.

You always come back for more.

I wanted to see him, inhale his scent, touch him. Fingers craved, heart beating fast- I needed the feeling.

I stood up.

When He had seen me, my desperate eyes begging for forgiveness... understanding, His beautiful eyes had softened.

Sometimes when I see him now, they still do.

My cheeks had reddened, His too, and we became one again. Just sitting, waiting for something to go wrong. The breeze brushed my cheek, my dark brown quiff moving too-and-fro. For a moment I wondered about the future. Me and Him. We would have to stay in the closet until we got enough money to move, otherwise we might lose our jobs. We had no protection. But once we moved...

"Stop." He had whispered, looking me straight into the eyes, holding my long face with high cheekbones in his tanned, slender hands. "I know what your doing. Live in the moment. It could be our last."

The feeling of hope died in my stomach. I rested my head on His shoulders.

Live in the moment.

Oh, If he only knew where my thoughts were now he would be disappointed.