Leather and Lace (Editing)

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

As I let him pull me the last few steps, we slowed our pace and I let a gasp pass my lips as I took in the scene before me.

Although I know it probably wasn't the best view during normal afternoon, during sunset, it was absolutely amazing.

Ian had lead me to one of the buildings in our small scummy town and snuck us up the top floor to the roof.

During afternoon all anybody would see would be a few birds pecking on the other roofs but other than that it would just be plain.

Change that to sunset and it's a different story. The windows reflected the colours from one to the other, creating almost little rainbows dancing across the streets and from up here you get a perfect view of every detail the clouds made and every colour that reflected from the sun. Everything was glazed over with an almost golden halo.

The once scummy hood turned into something totally different.

Something beautiful.

"Wow.." I breathed out, completely consumed in the moment.

I peeked a glance at Ian but he was already looking my way and I felt an embarrassing blush heat my cheeks.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" He smiled at me but I just frowned and stepped away.

"Yeah, it's alright... I guess." I mumbled and looked towards the metal door leading to the stairs and my only escape route.

He sighed heavily. "Don't be like that Anna. Please?"

"Do you really think I wanna have nice little chit chat with you?" I scoffed and gave him a look of disbelief.

"I just want to sort this out." He replied, getting frustrated and running a hand through his short almost black hair.

"Whatever." I mumble before turning around and walking towards the door.

"I saw you, you know? On the street from my car." He stated and I momentarily stopped to listen but didn't bother turning around. "I didn't recognize you at first, but as soon as you ran, I could tell. Of course as soon as you were to hear my voice, you would look for the nearest hideout." He said with a humorless laugh.

I sighed. Why do I feel guilty? It wasn't my fault.

"So what?"

"Are you on drugs again Anna?" He asked suddenly and I had to look back at the plead leaking from his words.

He wanted me to say no, I wanted to be able to, but even though this was the man that broke my heart, I couldn't bring myself to lie. Or even answer.

I just stood there like an idiot while he took in the silent meaning.

"Right... okay. Well.." Ian stuttered, unable to form a sentence and he wouldn't meet my eyes.

I sighed. "Look, I need to go."

"What? Your leaving?"

"What do you want from me Ian?! Why the hell are you even here? You were supposed to be staying away." I stated tiredly. "How many times does this have to happen before it ends?"

"What if I don't want it to end?" He stated in a determined voice. His face was dead serious which made me pause for a moment before remembering something.

"Oh really? And that's why your here with someone else, right?" I smirked even though this was tearing me up inside.

"You know, I didn't mean to hurt you. And that girl-"

There was a bang of metal on metal as the door slammed shut behind us.

"Hey! What are you guys doing here?" An old man asked, clearly surprised and flustered. His glasses dipped low on his nose as hid eyes calculated the situation.

"Nothing, I was just leaving. Sorry.." I sighed and hurried passed him and quickly down the flight of stairs.

I could here Ian quietly walking behind me and picked up my pace, taking two steps at a time.

I felt his hand graze mine and I don't know why but I couldn't pull away. The tingles that ran up my arm was addictive and it had been too long since I had let him touch me at all.

Just the slightest touch he gave me still made my heart race and my mind reel.

Everything changes with him.

But there will always be that little nagging voice in the back of my mind, constantly reminding me of all the bad things.

He fully laced our fingers together, making my thoughts burry right at the back of my mind as I slowed my pace and looked down at our entwined hands.

I closed my eyes and conjured my fight back up, I would not turn into putty again. I'm not something he can mold and shape to his own liking.

I opened my eyes but refused to meet Ian's pleading ones and firmly took my hand from his.

"It's late, I'm late. I'm leaving now." I stated, determined to leave without anymore detours or dilemmas.

"Right, of course." He sighed and stepped back, giving me space as I turned around and left him there.

I quickly collected the bag of groceries that I somehow managed to leave behind at the entry of the almost empty building.

I rushed through the streets with my mind reeling and my insides still tingling from the after affects of his touch.

Walking into Ethan's dirty old house, I accidentally slammed the door shut. It vibrated the floors and echoed harshly off the walls.

For a moment I was worried the house might collapse but strangely enough, the idea didn't scare me, it made me excited, even eager.

The thought of the roof caving in on me suddenly didn't seem so bad and I realized that the thoughts I had buried away with distractions and drugs, had only been simmering away at the back of my mind.

It wouldn't be long until it reached boiling point either. For it to just take hold of my mind and actions, before I could come to my senses, I would already be holding a knife at my wrist, craving the relief it would reward me with more then any drug could.

I pushed the gruesome but still enticing thoughts from my mind and placed the bag of groceries on the plastic fold out table tiredly, fully aware of the storming feet coming towards me.

"Where the hell have you been?!" Ethan snarled angrily. "I've been waiting here for ages waiting for your fat ass to bring back food, how long does it take?!"

"Sorry.. I just got caught up at the shop, that's all." I stated glumly. I was too tiered to deal with him right now.

"Whatever, get out of my way." He pushed me to the side and rummaged through the plastic bad roughly, picking out a can of baked beans, peeling the lid back and collected a spoon before turning round and collapsing into the couch.

The springs screeched and creaked in protest and for a moment I wished it would give out and the material would tear, causing Ethan to fall back and make a fool of himself, but luck was not on my side.

When was it ever?

*****

Hey there,

So I'm sorry not to much happened in this chapter but I guess it was a bit of a filler.

Anyway there won't be uploads this weekend because I'll be away camping so I'll have to upload first thing Monday

Bye :)