Waiting Forever

Chapter 4

Mia's (POV)

I stepped into the house in utter confusion, what was it about logan that i could trust? Why was i so willing to forget about my past and let him in? Why was i so drawn to him? I made my way past the living room and into the kitchen i hadn't eaten anything since lunch with logan and my stomach was letting me know it was time. Opening the fridge i pulled out the makings for a sandwich and sat at the counter to eat as i pondered the days events.

I watched him when he wasn't looking, he was so freaking sexy it was unbelieveable. Totally drool worthy, like sex on a stick mmmm just thinking about him was making my mouth water.  When he walked he walked with confidence, not too much to appear cocky but enough to say that i can hold my own are you sure you want to test me?  Walking around campus i noticed the envious and hateful glares i was getting from girls i shrugged it off it's not my fault that he was new and it certainly wasn't my fault that he needed to copy notes but part of me was glad that he had asked me. Instead of glowing at the prospect though i used my hair to cover my face and tried making myself as small as possible, i was never comfortable under peoples gazes and you know old habits are hard to break.

I couldn't understand my conflicting emotions, my heart was telling me that i could love this guy that he would never hurt me but my mind was telling me that the only people we could trust was our self that we had been through too much to just blindly throw it away and for what? a guy that we have know for a total of 12 hours?

Glancing down at my watch i realise it's almost 8 so i walk into my room and straight into the bathroom. After taking a shower i climb into bed and let sleep consume me.

"You are mine and im never letting you go. " i felt the smack on my face and as i whimper unable to contain it with the amount of pain i was in i hear a chilling laugh. "You need to learn your place whore no one will ever love you, your pathetic, i don't see why i even waste my time on you."

"Hit her again i think she is liking it, look at the way her eyes go round and she just lays there." i feel the smack across my chest and another across my stomach i blink back tears trying to go to a happy place in my mind and forget about what was happening to me.  i feel myself being turned over on the bed, i cough as smoke fills my lungs, i try to scramble away but am pulled back in. "

You are not going anywhere bitch," i feel the bottom of my shirt being ripped apart and as i start to shake i know what is going to come next and ive tried to prepare for it but every time it happens it feels like new. I lay there waiting and then the bastard does something that i wasn't expecting, taking the lit cigarette in his hand he puts it out on my back only to light it again and repeat the process.

Scrambling up in bed i look at the clock its 2:30a, fuck, i put my face in my hands and realise i had been crying in my sleep again. I hated living it once why the fuck do i have to repeat it? for some reason my past wasn't letting me go i tried moving on and i tried forgetting but it never seemed to get better it was always there in the back of my mind.

Going to my closet i grab my running clothes and  silently put them on before sneaking out my bedroom window i i grab my little pack before running towards the track. i ran hard pushing my body to the limit i didn't want to give those bastards another thought, this is my life now and i won't be that weak person again i refuse. I ran through some tree's a short cut to the side of the track when i stop dead in my tracks, looking out across the way my jaw drops. Imagine this drop dead sexy guy with eight pack abs doing push ups one handed? i hide behind a tree and watch as he continues his count trying not to stare at his nice looking ass or the way his muscles bulge as he pushes up.

Oh my god, could someone have an orgasm by just staring at a piece of sexy goodness? I continue to watch him as he rolls over and does some sit ups, mmmmm look at that chest deep grooves where his pecs meet his eight pack and the sex lines that disapear into his shorts, oh man i think i feel my self becoming faint. Ha ha i laugh at myself god i have an over active imagination there is no way i would pass out and miss this show. I watched as he stretched out his muscles and began to run around the track his ipod strapped to his arm and head phones in his ears.