Fatal (A Chris Motionless Fanfic)

Fallen From Grace

A/N: This chapter may be triggering to some. I'm sorry if it bothers anyone. Anyway thank you for reading this! It's book two to If Your James Dean Fuck You, so if you haven't read that one go read it. ^.^ I have a good plan for this story so it won't be as thrown together as the first one. Stay awesome <3 

"I want this, I need this, I love it," Chris whispered as he kissed my neck. 

"I want you baby," I whispered back to him. 

"Then take me."

I pushed him down on the bed and pinned his arms down to the bed dominating him easily.

"I'm only letting you do this because you're hot when your dominant," he chuckled. 

I rolled my eyes and tugged at his shirt and soon we were both stripped, our bodies pressed against each other. 

"Take me baby," he moaned as I grinded my middle against his. His words were full of lust and desire. 

It had been like this since the night Chris propsed. I craved him every night and he craved me. Our days became full of lust. You could tell that the guys were getting tired of it but they understood. Technacly this was supposed to be the honeymoon stage but we didn't feel like waiting for that. The fans had gone crazy over our announcement. Of course there were a few who were angry about the new "Miss Motionless." It had been pinned a rumor until we posted a picture of us and the ring. The real fans had been so happy that Chris had found someone to love. As for Kellin's fans, well let's just say I better not be seen at a Sleeping with Sirens concert. Everything had been pretty perfect though. 

I was laying on Chris's bare chest as it rose up and down due to his heavy breathing and he played with my hair almost causing me to fall asleep. 

"Mrs. Curelli," he said with a smile playing at his lips. "It has a nice ring to it doesn't it." 

"Yeah," I answered nodding. We both layed there in silence for a little while and I started thinking of the night he proposed. 

*flash back*

"I'm sorry I blacked out on you," I mumbled as we rode to the hotel in his car. 

He laughed a little and gave me a smile. "It's okay baby. It wasn't your fault."

"I know I just... feel like I ruined everything."

"You did no such thing," he responded making me feel a bit better. 

We drove in silence until we reached the hotel which is when he turned to me with a smile on his lips. "You never answered my question."

"What quest...," I cut myself off realizing what he was talking about. "Oh god! Yes! A million times yes!" 

His smile grew and he pulled me into a tight embrace before leaning down and pressing his lips to mine.

*end flash back*

I heard a light snore and realized he had fallen asleep. "I love you baby," I whispered before turnning over to sleep. 

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The next morning I woke up to find Chris missing from his spot in our bed. Oh yeah, did I mention we moved in together? Shortly after he proposed a month ago he asked me to move out of my apartment and we bought a house together. I got up and went to the bathroom shutting the door behind me. I looked at myself in the mirror and turnned my nose up in disgust. I hadn't been happy with how I looked lately. My black hair was uncontrolable and fried, my usualy bright green eyes seemed dull, and my flat stomach seemed to be poking out. I lifted my shirt up and stared at my stomach. I had to do something about this. Chris wouldn't want to look at someone who was letting themself go and that's what it looked like I was doing. I left the bathroom after brushing my hair and getting dressed and walked downstairs to find Chris setting a pan of eggs and a plate of toast on the table. 

"Good morning baby!" He said walking over to me and kissing my forhead. "Sleep well?" He asked. 

"Wonderfuly since I was next to you."

"Well aren't we just as cheesy as ever this morning," Chris joked. I laughed and sat down at the table shoveling food on my plate. I felt like I was starving so I ate fast. Chris raised his eyebrows at me. "I take it my cooking is good?"

"Very," I said finishing the last bite. I automaticly felt guilty for the portion I had just eaten. Here I was thinking I was over weight then I eat like a pig. "I'll be back," I told him pushing my chair away from the table and standing up. I walked upstairs and back into the bathroom before dropping to my knees by the toilet. I couldn't believe the thoughts that were in my head right now. I hadn't had his problem in such a long time that it hurt to know it was back. I sighed and looked down at my stomach again before making my dessision. I stuck a finger down my throat and after gagging I made myself throw up what I had just eaten. A simple solution to that problem. There was a knock at the door followed by Chris's voice.

"Are you okay baby?" 

"I'm fine," I called back trying to mask what I had been doing. "I'll be out in a second." 

I didn't want to bother him with my petty problems so I decided to keep this to myself. I stood up brushed my teeth before I unlocked the door to find him standing there smiling at me. 

"You are so beautiful," he told me pulling me into his arms.

Liar, my subconcince screamed. 

"And you're gorgeous baby," I told him looking up and smiling at him. 

And just like that secrets had formed. Secrets I had to keep from Chris so that he wouldn't worry. I felt terrible but I didn't want him freaking out or deciding that I had to many problems for him. Everyone had secrets right?

"Go get ready baby," he told me. "I'm taking you out today."

I smiled at him and went to fix my hair and do my make up. I ran the straightner over my awful hair trying to take the friz out. It was a battle I couldn't win. I tried brushing it again and drenching it in hair repair hairspray but nothing seemed to help. It didn't want to look right at all. I got frustrated and gave up pulling it back into a pony tail and even that didn't look good to me. I decided not to fuss over it anymore and sat the brush down going to my make up bag next. That had to make me look at least semi decent didn't it. What was going on with me? I had never fussed over how I looked this bad. I couldn't stand the image I was looking at in the mirror though. 

"Are you almost ready?" Chris asked through the door startling me from my thoughts. 

"Yeah just give me a second," I responded.

I stood there looking at my reflection wondering what I could change, what difference could I make to this awful apperance, and I couldn't think of a single thing. All I could think was how much I didn't deserve Chris. 

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