Heartless prick with puppy dog eyes
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Romance › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
5,442
Reviews:
52
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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This story is fictional. Any resemblance to persons living or dead, is purely coincidental. The characters and story belong to me, please don't copy without concent.
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Thank u to everyone who reviewed xxx
dreamwritter: aww, really? I was kinda aiming for that but I didn't think I pulled it off. I'm glad it came out as emotional as I wanted it to be. I'm really glad your enjoying the story.
Eatmorefish: I work in health care, so yeah, I wanted to write about something that actually happens... In the guise of a love story lol
I'm really glad you like how it's goin, I'm trying to make it as enthraling as I can. You get a Big fat cookie for being a regular at cafe la gg ;)
chapter 8
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It’s raining.
My dad had to leave, urgent work that he couldn’t postpone.
I understand.
He’s been with me for a week and I imagine the work has been piling up.
It won’t make a difference if I’m honest.
But it means that I’m left in the house alone.
I can’t face being in the house alone.
So I’m outside, on my log in the rain. Numb.
She slashed her wrists and bled out for an hour before Tina found her. She died in the ambulance. There was still blood in the bathtub when I got home. Chris and dad ushered me out of the bathroom, but it was too late. The image of the smeared blood is imprinted in my head. They wake me up every night. Sometimes she’s in the middle of it all calling for help. Sometimes she smears me with her blood. Sometimes, she’s not there at all. I wake up crying. I go to bed crying. I don’t know how it feels not to hurt anymore. I feel exhausted and drained, and bruised. The pain in my chest is consuming me.
I don’t understand. She did this to make me happy? I was happy. God I was happy, and now…
Live, she’d said. How? She was the centre of my world for so long, how do I cope with this sudden eclipse?
How do I even start? I want her back. I want this all to go away, I want... I want what I can’t have and the finality of it all chokes me.
“God Mel, sweetheart, don’t cry” Chris gathers me in his arms. I didn’t realise I was crying, but I am. I don’t want to cry in front of him but his sudden presence turns my tears into sobs, I clutch him desperately, wanting to hold onto someone and not let go, never to let go, I should have never let go, and now its too late, and it makes me sob harder.
Chris rocks me in his arms, humming a familiar lullaby.
…My sobs eventually subside, and turn into shivers. The wetness seeping through my clothes and onto my skin, makes me cold despite Chris’ warmth, who I’m holding onto like a lifeline.
Gently, he guides me to my feet and leads me to my back door.
“Where’s Andy?” he asks.
“Gone back home.”
“What?!” he’s pissed.
“It’s fine. I’m fine. He has work, he can’t be here twenty four – seven.” I tell him calmly.
“Oh, I disagree; being here twenty-four seven is the least he could do! I can’t believe he left you on your own, he should’ve at least told us before he left, I would’ve come for you!”
“Chris, I’m fine.” I tell him tiredly, unable to hide my exhaustion from my voice or face.
He takes me in his arms again. “You will be.” He says softly, kissing my forehead.
“Lets get you some clothes; you’re staying at mine.”
***
I’m in his room. The arrangement is, I’m sleeping on his king- sized bed, and he’s sleeping on the floor. Which suits me fine, because in a minute, I’m gonna have to change into my nighty, and right now, that’s stressing me out a bit.
My nighty, you see, is lace. And silk. And rather skimpy. A Victoria’s Secrets number. To be honest, it was the less of the rest of the evils lurking in my cupboard masquerading as nightwear, so reluctantly, I ended up taking it with me.
I don’t think I mentioned that I like sexy under things and nightwear…
They make me feel… feminine and when you have the life I’ve had, it’s a nice illusion.
Now he’s gonna see me in it. Even my dressing gown only goes up to my thigh! God, I’m gonna look like a stripper!
“Bathroom’s free.” He smiles at me gently, coming out of the en-suite bathroom in PJ pants and a black tank top. He looks good I think distractedly.
I clutch my small bundle in my hand and walk slowly to the bathroom, wanting to the delay this; my brain working over time to think of an out.
“Can I erm, borrow, like an old T of yours or something? And maybe pants too? I forgot my stuff at home.” I say the excuse knowing its pathetic.
“Mel, they’re in your hand…” he says worriedly, obviously thinking I’ve possibly lost my marbles.
“Of course they are… of course…” I chew my lip, whilst trying to come up with another excuse, but he’s worried gaze makes me ashamed of myself for worrying him unnecessarily. He’s probably thinking I’m having a mental breakdown… I am, but not for what he’s thinking.
“They’re skimpy.” I blurt out.
“Huh? He blinks at me confused.
“My stuff, to wear, they’re skimpy. They’re all skimpy. I don’t have anything decent, and I had to take this, but its skimpy, and I’ll probably look like a hooker, and you, you’ll see me, and I don’t want you see me look like a hooker, oh God, why cant I be a normal person, with normal PJs? A normal person, is that too much to ask for? To not be a complete and utter weirdo? To have normal parents who love each other? And not have affairs? And definitely not kill themselves? Is that too much? Am I selfish for wanting that?
“Shhhh, shhhh, its ok…” he cradles me in his arms, rubbing my back, and hysteria slowly away.
“Are they comfortable?” he says after a while, and I nod my head in response.
“Wear them. I’ll have a cup of coco ready for when you come out.” I withdraws from his embrace. He strokes my hair, kisses my nose, and pushes me to the bathroom.
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tbc
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reviews = feedback = happy author= maybe some hanky panky in the next chapter. Or at least inuendo :D ( maybe)
dreamwritter: aww, really? I was kinda aiming for that but I didn't think I pulled it off. I'm glad it came out as emotional as I wanted it to be. I'm really glad your enjoying the story.
Eatmorefish: I work in health care, so yeah, I wanted to write about something that actually happens... In the guise of a love story lol
I'm really glad you like how it's goin, I'm trying to make it as enthraling as I can. You get a Big fat cookie for being a regular at cafe la gg ;)
chapter 8
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It’s raining.
My dad had to leave, urgent work that he couldn’t postpone.
I understand.
He’s been with me for a week and I imagine the work has been piling up.
It won’t make a difference if I’m honest.
But it means that I’m left in the house alone.
I can’t face being in the house alone.
So I’m outside, on my log in the rain. Numb.
She slashed her wrists and bled out for an hour before Tina found her. She died in the ambulance. There was still blood in the bathtub when I got home. Chris and dad ushered me out of the bathroom, but it was too late. The image of the smeared blood is imprinted in my head. They wake me up every night. Sometimes she’s in the middle of it all calling for help. Sometimes she smears me with her blood. Sometimes, she’s not there at all. I wake up crying. I go to bed crying. I don’t know how it feels not to hurt anymore. I feel exhausted and drained, and bruised. The pain in my chest is consuming me.
I don’t understand. She did this to make me happy? I was happy. God I was happy, and now…
Live, she’d said. How? She was the centre of my world for so long, how do I cope with this sudden eclipse?
How do I even start? I want her back. I want this all to go away, I want... I want what I can’t have and the finality of it all chokes me.
“God Mel, sweetheart, don’t cry” Chris gathers me in his arms. I didn’t realise I was crying, but I am. I don’t want to cry in front of him but his sudden presence turns my tears into sobs, I clutch him desperately, wanting to hold onto someone and not let go, never to let go, I should have never let go, and now its too late, and it makes me sob harder.
Chris rocks me in his arms, humming a familiar lullaby.
…My sobs eventually subside, and turn into shivers. The wetness seeping through my clothes and onto my skin, makes me cold despite Chris’ warmth, who I’m holding onto like a lifeline.
Gently, he guides me to my feet and leads me to my back door.
“Where’s Andy?” he asks.
“Gone back home.”
“What?!” he’s pissed.
“It’s fine. I’m fine. He has work, he can’t be here twenty four – seven.” I tell him calmly.
“Oh, I disagree; being here twenty-four seven is the least he could do! I can’t believe he left you on your own, he should’ve at least told us before he left, I would’ve come for you!”
“Chris, I’m fine.” I tell him tiredly, unable to hide my exhaustion from my voice or face.
He takes me in his arms again. “You will be.” He says softly, kissing my forehead.
“Lets get you some clothes; you’re staying at mine.”
***
I’m in his room. The arrangement is, I’m sleeping on his king- sized bed, and he’s sleeping on the floor. Which suits me fine, because in a minute, I’m gonna have to change into my nighty, and right now, that’s stressing me out a bit.
My nighty, you see, is lace. And silk. And rather skimpy. A Victoria’s Secrets number. To be honest, it was the less of the rest of the evils lurking in my cupboard masquerading as nightwear, so reluctantly, I ended up taking it with me.
I don’t think I mentioned that I like sexy under things and nightwear…
They make me feel… feminine and when you have the life I’ve had, it’s a nice illusion.
Now he’s gonna see me in it. Even my dressing gown only goes up to my thigh! God, I’m gonna look like a stripper!
“Bathroom’s free.” He smiles at me gently, coming out of the en-suite bathroom in PJ pants and a black tank top. He looks good I think distractedly.
I clutch my small bundle in my hand and walk slowly to the bathroom, wanting to the delay this; my brain working over time to think of an out.
“Can I erm, borrow, like an old T of yours or something? And maybe pants too? I forgot my stuff at home.” I say the excuse knowing its pathetic.
“Mel, they’re in your hand…” he says worriedly, obviously thinking I’ve possibly lost my marbles.
“Of course they are… of course…” I chew my lip, whilst trying to come up with another excuse, but he’s worried gaze makes me ashamed of myself for worrying him unnecessarily. He’s probably thinking I’m having a mental breakdown… I am, but not for what he’s thinking.
“They’re skimpy.” I blurt out.
“Huh? He blinks at me confused.
“My stuff, to wear, they’re skimpy. They’re all skimpy. I don’t have anything decent, and I had to take this, but its skimpy, and I’ll probably look like a hooker, and you, you’ll see me, and I don’t want you see me look like a hooker, oh God, why cant I be a normal person, with normal PJs? A normal person, is that too much to ask for? To not be a complete and utter weirdo? To have normal parents who love each other? And not have affairs? And definitely not kill themselves? Is that too much? Am I selfish for wanting that?
“Shhhh, shhhh, its ok…” he cradles me in his arms, rubbing my back, and hysteria slowly away.
“Are they comfortable?” he says after a while, and I nod my head in response.
“Wear them. I’ll have a cup of coco ready for when you come out.” I withdraws from his embrace. He strokes my hair, kisses my nose, and pushes me to the bathroom.
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tbc
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reviews = feedback = happy author= maybe some hanky panky in the next chapter. Or at least inuendo :D ( maybe)