The Truth Within Our Lies

Chapter 4

               ~The next morning ~

The bright sunlight shines through the room and hits me in the face. I groan under my breath as I put the lumpy mysterious stained pillow on my face. I change my mind a quick second later. I remove the pillow and get up out of the bed and into the shower. I guess it's true when people say the sun is nature's alarm clock. I turn on the water medium warm and jump in.  I use the little sample sized shampoo and conditioner to wash my thick but pin straight  hair. I use a dime sized of each hair care product. I left more than enough for Mason. After 7 mins of enjoying the liquid goodness of the shower, I decide to get out. I wrap myself in a  cotton soft  and white towel walking out to the suitcases. I drag my duffle bag to me. I look at my selection. I decide to keep it simple and do jeans and a tshirt. I grab a pair of lightly fading sky blue skinny jeans with holes in the knees and a cranberry red plaid long sleeved shirt matched with a cotton white undershirt and socks. I put my damp shoulder length hair into a high ponytail. I hear the hotel door open. I sit down and brace myself for whoever it may be. Mason barges through the hotel door with a dozen of Krispy Kreme donuts and Two nesquick yellow sized  little  chocolate milks. He looks at me smiling his smirk I adore.  He lays down the donuts with the milk next to it. He shuffles to me. The awkward silence grows.

"Hey beautiful," he whispers in left ear.

I get uncomfortable mostly boiling with anger. I don't show it. He puts his thumb on my neck cheek area  stroking it slowly. Goosebumps raise  not of being cold but for being scared for my life on my arms . He smirks; his perfect symmetrical pearly white teeth show.  He puts his strawberry red lips on my neck kissing up it slowly. Electricity and confusion fills my body. My body craves his touch - his linger. I want to kiss his velvet smooth lips back but I can't dare to do so. Especially after last night. I look down at my shoulder..it's exposed. My whole chest is exposed as if I didn't even put my shirt on. I hear Masons  lighthearted giggle.

"Oops. " he mutters giggling.

I cover my bare chest embarrassed. I put on the plaid shirt without thinking about it. Mason puts his hand on my thigh. He strokes it slowly and surely. 

"Let's have some fun," he murmurs in my ear. His voice on the edge of anger.

I don't mutter a word or make a gesture. I continue to sit there like nothing happened. Mason puts his sweat covered forehead on my shower wet one. He puts on my left arm squeezing and turning it like a boa constricter. I open my strawberry red lips to make a sound and he jerks his arm away.  I take a deep breath mentally thinking he won't hit me. I praise the Lord thankful he didn't hit me. My moment of praise was cut short when Mason smacked my right cheek harshly. My oval shaped face has  a bruising hand print on it over the one he did yesterday. I feel it bruise. I don't murmur a sound knowing it will show that I'm weak. I'm not weak. He puts his right  hand on my cheek pushing his hand on to the bruise making it painful. He uses his left hand to undo my pants. He slides them off and does his next. I look at him begging him with my eyes to stop. He ignores me.  He puts his boulder sized body on my stick like body. He was about to do it when there was knock at the door. He puts his Levi jeans on. He puts his index finger up as to signal one second. He dusts himself off and opens the door. A older man stands there. He was maybe 25.  He has dark sapphire eyes. He stands about 6'4 maybe 220 pounds but it's all muscle. He has messy dirt brown hair with an average sized nose and long jawline. His peach colored mouth is petite but full of  perfectly white straight teeth. He is wearing a baby blue and yellow striped polo stretched out to extreme. He is wearing sky blue jeans and black nikes.  He puts his right hand as if to greet himself. He clears his muscular throat and smiles a -I'm trying to be friendly but I don't know if it's working - grin.

"Hi. I'm Daniel. I saw that you guys just moved here. Welcome to Deerpointe! Would you like a tour?" He asks in a Midwest city accent.

Mason puts his hand out shaking the man's hand tightly. His navy blue eyes watch the man. Mason clears his slender throat and smiles his most convincingly but fakest smile.

"Of course. We would be delighted to join you. Give us ten minutes and will be right there. Thank you. "

Daniel nods and walks off towards the entrance of the hotel. Mason walks back to me with a scowl on his face. He sighs heavily. He whips my  jeans  at my face and looks at the dozen of doughnuts. I put on my pants quickly. He hands me a glazed  but warm doughnut. He opens the milk for me smiling. I take a bite of the delicate pastry. My senses wake up fully. I take a sip of the milk smiling. He smiles back at me. He sits down next to me eating and drinking. He looks at me then bites his lip.

"I haven't been able to tell you but I wanted to say you are so beautiful," he says breaking the awkward silence.

I blush deep red and finish my doughnut. I take another of milk. I clear my throat and keep quiet. After thirty minutes of a awkward choppy conversation and the donuts are gone, we are ready to go. I put my left hand on the cool metal doorknob. I twist it and open it. I walk out and Mason does too. He shuts the door behind him with a thud. Daniel waves from down the hallway with a smile on his face. Another guy is next to him with his arms crossed. Mason grips my hand leading me to the boys. I keep quiet as we walk down the small hallway. Daniel gives Mason a hand shake greeting him. Mason introduces us  to the group. They all wave and lead us to a sliver Dodge Journey that's brand new. Like it hasn't been droven yet. Daniel chats with the other ones trying to decide where to go. Mason helps me into the car nicely. I scoot the far left in the middle area right behind the driver seat. Mason climbs in behind me. The rest of the group climb in after they discuss where to go. They decide to take us to Terry and Teddy's Pizzeria. Gage, the leader of the group, drives us there. His strawberry  blonde hair flows in the breeze of the air conditioning. His dirty brown eyes compliment his pale skin tone and rosy cheeks. Cory adjusts the radio station from  the song "Love story," by Taylor Swift to the "Sleepwalking," by Bring me the horizon. He head bangs the song; his shoulder length black hair jumps up and down. I laugh to myself smiling. He laughs too blushing a wine red color. After fifteen minutes of listening to constant Bring me the horizon, we reach Terry's and Teddy's pizzeria. Mason gently helps me out of the car. He wraps his arm around my shoulders walking me to the entrance. Daniel pushes Cory playfully laughing. Cory staggers as a reaction. I look around the atmosphere of the pizzeria. It has moghogany wooded benches and tables. An Italian flag has above the doorway and the staff  greets you with an explosive: "Ciao!" I smile enjoying the embrace. Daniel and Cory jog to the biggest booth of the restaurant. They scoot in and I go to the left side while Mason goes to the right. I sit next to Cory. A waitress walks over with five menus and a big very fake smile. She passes them out and pulls out her order pad. She asks what we want to drink. A long fifty five minutes pass eventually and we leave the restaurant. I fall asleep leaning on Mason's shoulder. After a good while I finally wake up. I scan the area and see all the boys starring at me. I blush deep red and look down. Mason yells at them to leave me alone. They shy away and scatter away. Mason helps me up. I look around and see that we are back at the hotel room. Daniel, Mason, and the others drink budweizer. I roll over to the side of the bed falling back asleep not wanting to do deal with this bullshit.

(( Hello Lovelies! It's Renee, the author. I want to thank you all so so much. I love you and hope you enjoy it ☺❤ ))