A Sadistic Love Story

Chapter 9: Broken

This is definitely not what I was expecting to see. I expected to see Aurum's lifeless body hooked to many machines and wires. I expected him to be very pale and alone and cold. I expected worse things too. This right here? Totally unexpected.

Aurum is in the middle of the room in just his underwear, his scarred and burned body on full display, dancing and singing loudly into a hairbrush. A shiny disco ball hangs from the ceiling and colorful lights flash all around the room. An upbeat k-pop song blares loudly around the room. Food is everywhere. I even see a chocolate fountain.

Aurum starts doing the moon walk as a Michael Jackson song comes on. He screams the lyrics and sways his body to the beat. Suddenly, he just starts jumping on to each bed in the room. The giant room is filled with rows and rows of beds lined up evenly against the walls. The center of the room is bare and surrounded by all of the beds.

I slowly walk into the room and sit down on the nearest bed. I grab the bowl of popcorn that's conveniently right next to me and put it on my lap and start munching away.

"Woo hoo! Foreigner! Turn it up!" He yells and the music turns up at his command.

He's a pretty good singer, but for some reason he always screeches like a pterodactyl when he sings the high notes. But you don't have to be perfect and try your hardest when you're having fun. I really don't want to ruin his fun with our talk. I'll wait until he takes a break. It shouldn't take too long.

The next song after the Foreigner one is rap and Aurum always gets so serious when he raps. Right now he's in the zone. He does hand gestures and cool dance moves and puts his whole heart into it. He always looks so hot when he raps too. His beautiful face is so expressive and open.

I love watching him dance and sing. I could watch him forever and never get tired of it.

"Sang!" He suddenly screams when he's in the middle of rapping his favorite part of his favorite rap song. I startle and a giant grin takes over my face as he launches himself at me. I love when he does this. He's like a dog.

"Sorry. That was your favorite part." My voice is muffled against his bare chest. Mmm, I just love his scent of honey and amber.

"I don't care. You're here and that's all that matters. We should do a duet. Which song should we do? Don't Stop Believin' by Journey or You're The One That I Want from Grease?"

"Uh ..." My voice trails off. Should we do a song together and then talk? No, we should just get this over with. I can't wait any longer. Not telling him what has happened recently is killing me. And I have to tell him about my feelings for Corey. Oh God, I don't want him to hate me. I don't even know what he'll say. What if he cries? I hate seeing him cry. It just breaks my heart. I can't do this. I know I need to, but I don't want to hurt him. But I'm hurting him more the longer I don't tell him.

"Sang? What's wrong? Why does my Sangalicious look like she's going to cry, throw up, and then collapse on the floor?" He pulls back and scoots over so that he's sitting right next to me, thigh to thigh. His hand slips into mine and squeezes. Okay, I can do this.

"Well," I start to say and turn my body to fully face him. "I need to tell you some things. You'll probably hate me. I'm so sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me. I understand if you never want to see me again." I bite my lip to stop it from wobbling. Don't show weakness.

"Sang?" His smile fades away and a look of intense seriousness takes its place.

"Let me start with the bad news first and progress to the worst news. Remember when Gabriel gave me these clothes and fixed my hair?" He nods. "Well, we had to go in the elevator afterwards. We were waiting for it to go and then it suddenly jerked up. I, of course, lost my balance and he caught me. Then he licked my face and traced the outline of my lips with his tongue. I was in shock, but ... I also liked it. I'm so sorry! He also said I'm his and that he claimed me."