Beastly Love (Under Construction)

Chapter 8

Life seemed to move on. Minutes turned into hours and hours into days. It was pointless to even keep track of how long I had been here. There were aspects of my life I began to miss, but I found myself growing more and more comfortable each day around him. I spent so much time with Aiden, yet a part of me felt as if I still knew nothing, as if he were still a stranger to me. But maybe that was for the better. I wanted to think that being attracted to him or growing attached to his presence should never happen. But as the days passed I grew more and more fond of him. Even the small things like his laugh would bring a smile to my lips.

But it isn't all rainbows and sunshine. He'd get mad, really mad sometimes. and for no reason other than to be angry. He yelled and and stormed off on a weekly basis. He would come home with bloodied knuckles and bruised skin. With each passing day he pulled away from em more and more.

Aiden tried to keep as much distance between us as possible. He wouldn't touch me in the slightest, for the fear that he would 'ruin' me. That is always his excuse. I was too fragile and pure for all of this. Even so, we always ended up sleeping together in the same bed, and waking up tangled in one another's limbs, it soon became a daily occurrence. It was almost as if we had become dependent on one another. There were days that I'd fall asleep upstairs and he'd come into the room,  pick me up and carry me downstairs to his bed.

I didn't mind. I liked the feeling of his arms around me. It gave me a sense of comfort, like nothing else could touch me. I want to think he feels the same way. That some part of him cares for me or wants me like I want him.  Even though sometimes all I wanted to do was slap him across the face. I hated to walk on eggshells with him, constantly watching what I say or do because he could just flip a switch and become angry.

I knew he would never hurt me of course, but it didn't make it any less scary to see him filled with rage. I'd  gotten used to calming him down, running my fingers through his hair as if he were a child or pet. I'd even read to him from time to time, which to many might seem stupid, but it warmed my heart to see him excited about books and characters and plots.  And like I said, things just began falling into a routine. 

There was only one flaw. Trust. I still don't think he trusts me. He's never left me alone for longer than 10 minutes, not to mention that I've yet to step foot out of the house. When he'd leave for longer periods of time, he would tell Kate to come over. I loved being able to see her, but i hated the thought that I had to be babysat because he could trust me.

Currently we are both seated on the couch playing games on the playstation. After he won for about the 30th time, I finally gave up chucking my controller into the space between us. "That's it I give up. I have thrown the white flag. There is no point in doing this any longer." I say sighing dramatically and flopping over the side of the couch.

He chuckled to himself. "Don't be a sore loser, Angel."

He picked up the remotes and put them on top of the console before sitting back down on the couch and grabbing the remote.

"All I said was that I give up." I defended.

"Alright fine, we can watch a movie then." he began to flip through a multitude of channels.

I stayed quiet for a few moments thinking to myself. "Aiden?"

"Hmm." he hummed.

"I don't want to watch a movie." I spoke softly studying him from my spot on the couch.

"Okay what do you want to do them?" he questioned looking back to me.

"I want to go out. I want to go shopping, or out to eat, something, anything." I pleaded.