This is my 2nd fanfic. Please don't go too harsh. I completely hated my
last one. I've grown up and vavroom. I feel a lot better. New computer yay!
Two years past. I'm sat in the gym floor. Winston's dead. I'm by myself, and nobody ever talks to me now. I still have painful scars all over my body and Kurtis Chirugai. I picked it up and started observing it. Five finger holes were moulded on it, slightly bigger then mine. I slipped my finger through the holes. The cold steel went though my fingers. I closed my eyes and remembered when Kurtis had used it. My thoughts were interrupted with the solid sound of thunder. I instantly opened my eyes, drew my gun and clicked the safety off. I looked out the window. Rain and thunder. Sht. Calm yourself. suddenly, the door bell rung. What the hell? with fast movements, I turned in an instant, walking slowly towards the lobby, to the door. I took a look through the small window on the door. It took me two eye rubbing minutes to realize who it was. What the hell is [i]he [/i] doing here?!
"Lara! Open up! I know your there." The manly voice sounded demanding.
What am I supposed to do? Open the door? I did neither.
"What do you want?"
"Just let me in." This time, his voice sounded desperate.
I had to think. I stood with my back to the door. It's raining like hell. Should I let him in? I turned around, closed my eyes, touched the knob, and opened. I look at him. God he looks dreadful. He was soaked, carrying a bag on his shoulder. He still had the same outfit on. Only his shirt had a high amount of blood on it.
"Oh my god." I holstered my gun, and stared at him.
"Lara, please let me in." His facial expression showed pain. Dammit Kurtis! Why do you have to come to me?!"
I gave him a tiny nod and he closed the door and followed me into the house. I didn't say a word to him as we walked up to my bedroom. The only sounds in the house were my grandfather clock, my classical music which I was listening to, our footsteps and Kurtis panting.
We walked into my bedroom and I lit the fireplace. Kurtis threw his bag on the floor and took off his drenched shirt, which soon joined his bag. The wound was horrifying. All I could do was gasp. By the looks of it, he obviously went to a hospital and got cleaned up. Blood still soaked half the bandage,
"You need to get cleaned up. The bathroom is over there." I pointed to my bathroom. "I'll be downstairs." I started towards the door.
"Lara! Wait." My movement was stopped when Kurtis reached for my arm. What the he- Instantly, I felt his lips smash on mine. I felt a hardening pain and just stared at his closed eyes. I did everything to resent. I tried hitting him but he held back my arms. I failed. Soon, he slipped his tongue inside and I responded back. His hands roamed free on my back. As did mine. I closed my eyes and tried to make the most of it. All thoughts went blank. I was actually enjoying it.
My romantic moment was ruined when we heard multiple gunshots. At the same time, Kurtis and I turned towards the bedroom window. Kurtis saw three Spanish looking men, aiming for us.
It felt like we stared out there for minutes. As one of the men fired, I heard my glass shatter and my arm instantly went numb. I blacked out. All I remembered was Kurtis arm going around my waist and pulling me to the floor.
"Lara?" His voice never got to my ears. "Lara!?"
What you think? Is it okay? Is it necessary to carry on? Please let me know.
Two years past. I'm sat in the gym floor. Winston's dead. I'm by myself, and nobody ever talks to me now. I still have painful scars all over my body and Kurtis Chirugai. I picked it up and started observing it. Five finger holes were moulded on it, slightly bigger then mine. I slipped my finger through the holes. The cold steel went though my fingers. I closed my eyes and remembered when Kurtis had used it. My thoughts were interrupted with the solid sound of thunder. I instantly opened my eyes, drew my gun and clicked the safety off. I looked out the window. Rain and thunder. Sht. Calm yourself. suddenly, the door bell rung. What the hell? with fast movements, I turned in an instant, walking slowly towards the lobby, to the door. I took a look through the small window on the door. It took me two eye rubbing minutes to realize who it was. What the hell is [i]he [/i] doing here?!
"Lara! Open up! I know your there." The manly voice sounded demanding.
What am I supposed to do? Open the door? I did neither.
"What do you want?"
"Just let me in." This time, his voice sounded desperate.
I had to think. I stood with my back to the door. It's raining like hell. Should I let him in? I turned around, closed my eyes, touched the knob, and opened. I look at him. God he looks dreadful. He was soaked, carrying a bag on his shoulder. He still had the same outfit on. Only his shirt had a high amount of blood on it.
"Oh my god." I holstered my gun, and stared at him.
"Lara, please let me in." His facial expression showed pain. Dammit Kurtis! Why do you have to come to me?!"
I gave him a tiny nod and he closed the door and followed me into the house. I didn't say a word to him as we walked up to my bedroom. The only sounds in the house were my grandfather clock, my classical music which I was listening to, our footsteps and Kurtis panting.
We walked into my bedroom and I lit the fireplace. Kurtis threw his bag on the floor and took off his drenched shirt, which soon joined his bag. The wound was horrifying. All I could do was gasp. By the looks of it, he obviously went to a hospital and got cleaned up. Blood still soaked half the bandage,
"You need to get cleaned up. The bathroom is over there." I pointed to my bathroom. "I'll be downstairs." I started towards the door.
"Lara! Wait." My movement was stopped when Kurtis reached for my arm. What the he- Instantly, I felt his lips smash on mine. I felt a hardening pain and just stared at his closed eyes. I did everything to resent. I tried hitting him but he held back my arms. I failed. Soon, he slipped his tongue inside and I responded back. His hands roamed free on my back. As did mine. I closed my eyes and tried to make the most of it. All thoughts went blank. I was actually enjoying it.
My romantic moment was ruined when we heard multiple gunshots. At the same time, Kurtis and I turned towards the bedroom window. Kurtis saw three Spanish looking men, aiming for us.
It felt like we stared out there for minutes. As one of the men fired, I heard my glass shatter and my arm instantly went numb. I blacked out. All I remembered was Kurtis arm going around my waist and pulling me to the floor.
"Lara?" His voice never got to my ears. "Lara!?"
What you think? Is it okay? Is it necessary to carry on? Please let me know.