Trapped

Part - 13

MEW POV

I felt her warmness against my chest. I looked at her in the dark with some light coming from outside the window. She looked so beautiful. Maybe I can't watch her like this after I leave Tomorrow. I kissed her forehead, then her eyes, then her nose, her cheek and finally her lips. She responded letting me in.

"I love you Liz.." I whispered against her lips.

"I love you too, Mew" she said softly in her sleep.

I was stunned. She was in her sleep. She didn't know I heard this. She loves me? She does?

I asked her again "You do ? "

She disn't respond. I smiled. You love me Liz. I know you do. I continued staring at her while she was sleeping. I couldn't get enough of her.

At sunrise, she opened her eyes and found me looking at her. She smiled.

"Did you get any sleep ?" She said looking at me, touching my cheek.

I shook my head.. "I was busy." She chuckled.

"Doing what ?" she asked in amusement.

"Looking at you.." I said. I smiled.

She made a face and grossed out. She is so different. If I would have to say something like that to any other girl she would be head over heels for me. But in reality she wasn't amazed my praises or gifts, she just wanted the real me. And that was fucking beautiful.

She rolled over on her stomach and groaned in her sleep, while I trailed my fingers over her hair.

"What time is it ?" she asked in her sleep.

" It is over 8 am." I played with her hair, resting my head on my palm, looking at her.

"Well, then.. Running has been scraped." She said. I chuckled.

"Wake me up in an hour." she said with her eyes closed. I nodded.

"Yes Ma'am."I slowly caressed her head..feeling her soft hair.

"You don't remember Liz...But I remember you." I whispered kissing on forehead.

The Past

5 Years ago

I was depressed. My head was exploding for days. I needed to vent it out. I need some distraction.

"Sam!" I called out Sam.

Sam gestured with his hand to come over the table. I walked over to my friends. It had been often I came to this Club. It was cool. A favourite place for our friends hangout. Even though my friends talked all shit and drank like a fish.

Two hours had passed, My eyes were searching for someone in particular. And that's when I caught her..at the bar, sitting on a bar stool sipping her drink. There was something about her. I saw her mostly recently these days in these months.

She was different. She looked tough. She was dressed in faded jeans and a black T-shirt, with some sneakers. Unlike the women here with flashy dresses and high heels.

She was drinking scotch, the same drink I saw her drink at various occasions. Everytime I saw her, I wanted to go to her and ask her out. But everytime I did make my mind, there was already a guy drooling over her. And she would take him and probably fuck him.

Tonight, she was just drinking. She refused every guy that came to her. She was talking to the bartender. Smirking. I got my courage up and excused myself from my friends and walked up to her. She was drowned in her drink, thinking something.