Only You Sweetheart

Charlotte was lost; she didn’t know what had taken over her. But something was telling her not to stop, just to enjoy it. But then the logical part of her brain kicked in. What the hell was she doing? This man has made her life a living misery and here she was kissing him. No, she was just letting him kiss her. No she was definitely kissing him. A lot. He was pure evil and she was acting as if this was OK, she was disgusted with herself. And she was definitely disgusted with him. He was sick in the head. A horrible infection. A mental psycho that she needed to get rid of, pronto.

Charlotte’s eyes opened quickly, looking totally alarmed at what she was doing. His hands had run slowly up her back and were now gently placed around her head, clasping it so he could kiss her for longer. Clearly being held under water makes you delusional and your eccentric actions afterwards are due to the lack of oxygen and ingestion of water and bubbles and stuff. She pushed him away from her as hard as she could and wiped her mouth with the sleeve of the hooded jumper she was wearing in disgust, he wasn’t expecting resistance so the push caught him off guard and he stepped backwards in order not to fall over.

“Char …”
“Leave me alone! Leave me alone!” Hysteria introduced itself in Charlotte’s voice, she was so utterly distressed at what she had done she couldn’t think clearly, soon he’d get angry again. After the initial shock his normal stark raving mad personality would come back and hit wherwhere it hurts … literally.
“No, listen to me!”
“No, I can’t, I can’t, please leave me alone … oh god!”
His hands gripped at her shoulders and shook her somewhat violently “I said listen to me!” Charlotte lifted her hands in front of her face as a source of defencelessness and she fought incredibly hard to fight the tears that were itching to plague her eyes.
“Oh god” she whimpered
“Don’t, don’t do this to me!” he was shouting.
“I’m not doing anything to you”
“Your playing with me, you’re giving me hope and then your taking it away from me”
“Oh god, oh god”
“Shut up!”
Charlotte’s lip trembled.
“I never gave anything to you to take it away, I was confused … I “
“You kissed me, you weren’t confused, you knew what you were doing …”
“No I …”
“Yes, you knew what you were doing and now your disgusted with yourself. What do you think would happen if you kept kissing me, that I’d laugh at you? That that’s all that I wanted to accomplish? Like it wase soe sort of game for me?”
“No, I … I didn’t want to keep kissing you”
“Why not???”
“Why do you think? You’ve made my life hell, it was a mistake, a stupid mistake”
Matt’s lips curled at her statement, she didn’t think it was a mistake at the time otherwise she would never have kissed him. She was in denial. He was so close to having her and she ruined it. Anyone else and he would have killed them for having taken that away form him, but killing her wasn’t an option. How could he have her if she was dead? How could he live life without her? He couldn’t, simple as.
“No it wasn’t, don’t lie”
“I’m not lying”
His hand gripped around her throat, drops of water dripped onto his hands from her hair. He wasn’t throttling her, it was just a threatening assault used to intimidate.
“Yes you are. Say it, say you were lying.”
“But I …”
“Say it Charlotte”
He backed her against the wall, no escape “Say. It.”
“I … I was lying …”
“Abooout?”
“About …” Charlotte’s voice was weak “About … saying, that, that, I thought kissing you was a mistake”
“Good. I thought you might be.”
“And?”
“And what?
“Well baby, you need to make it up to me otherwise I’ll think you really did think it was a mistake.”
“But that’s not …”
“Hmm?”
“Wh … how?”
“By kissing me again, properly this time.”
Charlotte couldn’t get of thf this, there was no way. She leant in but he stopped her.
“Ask me first Charlotte. I might not be ready.” He was mocking her.
It was horrible, it was a nightmare and it was humiliating.
“I cant”
“You can, otherwise you’ll find yourself being raped on a cold, wet bathroom floor” His faced moved ever so slightly closer “And your head will be repeatedly banging against the sink”
Charlotte shivered slightly.
“So? Its your choice honey”
She swallowed a lump that had formed in her throat. She did hate him. Right now anyway. If she had a gun, she’d shoot him without a blink of her eye. How could he go from one extreme to the other? From being a heartbreaking love struck man who wanted to love her forever to an evil, miousious psycho who true, still wanted to love her forever but was happy to torture her and punish her all the way to get her there.
“Will you … will you kiss me?”
“Where are your manners?” he was smiling now, but not kindly.
“Please” she whispered.
He placed his hands on the wall, on either side of her head. She felt his lips touch hers softly, a tear rolled down her cheek as she let his tongue enter her mouth and take over. He wasn’t being rough; he was to caught up in her kiss. He ignored the fact that she didn’t want to kiss him, besides that wasn’t overly true was it? She had kissed him a few minutes before so what was so different about it this time? All he wanted to do was look after her, be the one she looked at with love struck eyes but she made it so damn difficult that it brought out the bad side in him. But it was her fault. That was some comfort to him.
He felt her tongue brush against his and he let out a moan, his hands ran along the wall towards her head and his fingers started to play with the ends of her hair, it was moist in his hands from the previous head in sink full of water incident. One of his hands moved to hers and he forced her to place it on his back as he continued to kiss her. He needed to feel her hands on him; they were warm, even through his t-shirt, surprising since the bathroom was so cold. His head moved more now as he got more used to the kiss, trying to make it more passionate. Letting her now how much passion lay within him, dying to show her but holding most of it back until she let him. It was going slowly but she would let him eventually, the kiss had re-opened thaea. ea. He nibbled at her lip slightly; he placed soft kisses on her lips, smiling slightly. If a kiss from her could bring him so much pleasure, he couldn’t begin to imagine how much pleasure making love to her would bring him if she gave it her all as well. But he couldn’t force her to fully participate, but she d. Ed. Eventually. He was sure of it.
He rested his head on her shoulder, his hands stroked the topes of her bare legs, he couldn’t see her face. It was traumatised, she hated herself. But she still didn’t hate him as much as she should, was she just as sick as he was? She didn’t like him at least but he did something to her that still wasn’t ethical under such situations. She hated what he was doing to her, she hated his temper and his violence but she didn’t hate him. What was wrong with her? Before she knew what was happening her feet weren’t touching the ground anymore, he had lifted her up and was carrying her back into the bedroom. Why had she kissed him back? She hadn’t thought it was a mistake at the time, and she would be lying to herself if she said she didn’t enjoy it before the whole logic thing kicked in. Doing it again was a big no though, wasn’t it? Would he make life easier if she just gave in? Would she find it so horrible? New thoughts entered her head. Which were never a good thing she had found when in his company because they always ended badly. If he had known she had been considering giving in, perhhe whe would of thought twice about throwing her onto the bed and quickly getting on top of her.
“I like this whole making you ask me things. Now, I’m gonna do things to you that are really, really dirty. And the best thing is, everything that I do, you would have asked me to do each thing. You might even tell me exactly how to do it and where to do it, you might even beg. This is gonna be fun.”