chocolates and cigarettes

chapter-3

Chapter 3:

He started kissing my neck tenderly, I can see the lust in his now dark eyes. I wanted to call his name and tell him to stop but realized I didn't know his name yet. "Stop" I said using all my strength trying to push him off of me though he didn't budge. He started fiddling with the zipper of my jeans. My breath accelerating as I felt his tip brush my center. I screamed, tears rolling down my cheeks "please don't".

My eyes flew open, breathing heavily I looked around, not seeing my small room and cream painted walls that I have memorized every inch of, instead I was greeted by grey walls staring back at me.

Why would I dream about him? I sat up on the bed and thought about last nights events, still wondering what's so captivating about that boy, that got me into so much trouble, but saved me from alot more. A knock snapped me out of my thoughts but before I could reply, the door flew open revealing the unamed man from my dream or should i say nightmare.

"I need to change, so go to the living room or you could stay and enjoy the view" he said smirking as he walked into the room, what a pervert! "No thank you" I snapped, storming out of the room in search for the kitchen. Once I found it, I proceeded to search for a cup, hoping he wouldn't mind me making some coffee as my head was throbbing.

"I see your making yourself comfortable" I jumped, resulting in the cup falling from my grip and shattering into a million pieces, Wincing when some cut through my flesh "I- "you broke my cup! I don't even know why I brought you here, all you do is cause trouble!" I looked at him ignoring my aching foot "sorry" I muttered looking at the floor. Of course something like that would happen to me. "Where is the broom?" i asked not making any eye contact "Behind the door".When I turned around to get the broom I felt a hand grab my elbow, tugging me back "Are you okay?" he asked glancing down at my foot, "I'm fine" I replied instantly "wait here" was all he said before rushing out of the kitchen. Confused, I limped my way to the chair and sat down, waiting.I heard rustling coming from the other room before he came into the kitchen holding a box, which I later on noticed was a first aid kit. Before I knew it his arms were around my waist, lifting me from the chair up onto the counter top as if I weighted nothing, he crouched down to be somewhat closer to my height and gently grabbed my foot...i wanted to comment on his newfound gentleness but kept my mouth shut and focused on the brown haired boy in front of me. He opened the box and kept digging through the things inside and took out a pair of tweezers..I immediately flinched away from his touch knowing what he was going to do with it. He quickly grabbed my ankles, pulling me towards him and did the last thing i thought he would do...he smiled. He carefully clutched my foot and brought it closer to him before pulling out the glass with the tweezers. I sucked in a breath and felt a warm tear roll down my cheek. He placed his thumb under my eye and wiped away the single tear.

"All done" he said tapping my leg with a small smile on his lips. He opened his mouth again as if he was going to say something but instead got up and walked towards the faucet to clean up. While he was washing his hand, I couldn't resist staring at the muscles in his back contracting with every move. "Stop staring at me" how could he even see me. I quickly turned my face and diverted my attention to a photo which was of him and a girl with hazel eyes, curly chestnut hair and an adorable dimpled smile. He looked so happy in the picture that I almost didn't recognize him, but the girl looked so familiar, i just couldnt place her.

"Who is that?" I asked referring to the girl, I don't even know where I got the courage to ask that but my curiosity got the best of me, it wasn't one of my best qualities. "None of your business" he replied harshly and the smile that was once on his face was gone as he walked out of the room. Thinking about him cleaning up the cuts, I don't even know why he would help me out, Like for God's sake it's not even the first time, he even saved me from my so called step dad, which is very heroic in my opinion. Even though he scares me sometimes...I couldn't be more grateful he was there that day.