"Good morning, you must be Sebastian. I've heard so much about you. Please
come in," said Mrs. O'Shea, showing Sebastian in and shutting the door.
"Thank you," he said, looking around the nicely furnished front room.
"Annette, Sebastian is here," she called. Annette came into the room,
wearing a robin's egg blue dress with a sweater over it and clunky shoes.
"Hi," said Annette, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Hi," said Sebastian.
"I'll just be in the kitchen. Annette, why don't you show Sebastian
around?" said Mrs. O'Shea, leaving the two alone. "Okay," said Annette. She
took Sebastian's hand and led him down the hall.
"This is Mrs. O'Shea's room," she said, as Sebastian peeked his head into a nice room with deep blue walls. "This is my room," she said leading him further down the hall and into another room. Annette shut the door, and Sebastian looked around. "It's nice," he said. The walls were a pretty deep red, and the red comforter nicely complimented the walls. Annette slipped her shoes off and threw them in the corner, then took her sweater off and threw it on the red comforter of the mahogany bed. She took Sebastian's jacket off and put it on the bed next to hers. Then she leaned up and started kissing his neck, moving her hands down his body. But he pulled away from her, turning his face the other way from her lips. "What's wrong?" she asked, taking her hands off and looking at him. "This relationship isn't working for me anymore," he said. Annette giggled and ignored him, putting her arms back around his waist, she put her hands underneath his shirt and moved them up his nicely buffed chest. Sebastian didn't react at all for a minute, he didn't even look at her. She ran them all the way up to his shoulders, then back down. She lifted up the bottom of the dark green polo shirt that matched his eyes and started to take if off. But before she could get it up over his head and off of him, he pulled her hands down off of him and the shirt dropped back down over his chest. As she looked up and deep into his eyes, she could tell that he wasn't kidding.
"It's not your fault, it's me." He moved away from her and turned his face towards the wall so she couldn't look at him and left her standing there. "What are you saying?" she asked. Following him, she put her hand on his shoulder and turned him back towards her. He shook her hand off his shoulder and walked away from her. "It's not you, I'm." "Completely fucked up," she finished for him. "Why are you doing this? Why are you trying to hurt me?" she asked, breaking down into tears. "Why don't you understand?" asked Sebastian, trying to keep cool. "You were just a conquest.it was.just a bet, I never really loved you," he said. "You're such a coward, look at you. You can't even finish what you're trying to say," she said. "Don't you get it? I don't know how I can say this any clearer to make you understand. You mean nothing to me. I feel nothing for you. I thought I was in love with you, but I was just fooling myself," he said.
"Why are you doing this?" Annette ran at him, throwing her hands at him, screaming, trying to hit him. But she wasn't strong enough. Sebastian grabbed her fists and held her off of him, holding both her tiny wrists in his one hand. Then he pinned her against the wall, covering her mouth with his hand. Annette trembled and shook, her breathing heavy. She was afraid of what Sebastian might do to her. "Shh, you don't want Mrs. O'Shea to hear you do you?" he said, his voice convincing. She shook her head and stopped trembling, and her voice became quiet. He moved his hand off of her mouth and backed away. Annette fell down to the floor and cried. "You don't know how to love. You knew this was important to me," he said, still sobbing between words. "Well it's too late," he said. "I know you don't really mean that," she said.
"You don't know anything about me," he said. She stood up but moved away from him, towards the window. He opened the door and turned to leave, but moved away from the door and came towards her. He leaned in to touch her, trying to put his arms around her. "Don't touch me," she said, pushing his hand off her and turning herself away from him so he couldn't reach her. He tried again, struggling. "Don't touch me! Don't! Sebastian!" she screamed. "I'm sorry," he began, but she stopped him, pushing him away from her. She wouldn't listen to him as he tried to apologize. "Get out! Get out!" He moved a little towards the door stood there, looking at her. "Get out!" He went out the door and slammed it. Annette fell to the floor and cried, her head in her hands and tears streaming down her pale face.
"This is Mrs. O'Shea's room," she said, as Sebastian peeked his head into a nice room with deep blue walls. "This is my room," she said leading him further down the hall and into another room. Annette shut the door, and Sebastian looked around. "It's nice," he said. The walls were a pretty deep red, and the red comforter nicely complimented the walls. Annette slipped her shoes off and threw them in the corner, then took her sweater off and threw it on the red comforter of the mahogany bed. She took Sebastian's jacket off and put it on the bed next to hers. Then she leaned up and started kissing his neck, moving her hands down his body. But he pulled away from her, turning his face the other way from her lips. "What's wrong?" she asked, taking her hands off and looking at him. "This relationship isn't working for me anymore," he said. Annette giggled and ignored him, putting her arms back around his waist, she put her hands underneath his shirt and moved them up his nicely buffed chest. Sebastian didn't react at all for a minute, he didn't even look at her. She ran them all the way up to his shoulders, then back down. She lifted up the bottom of the dark green polo shirt that matched his eyes and started to take if off. But before she could get it up over his head and off of him, he pulled her hands down off of him and the shirt dropped back down over his chest. As she looked up and deep into his eyes, she could tell that he wasn't kidding.
"It's not your fault, it's me." He moved away from her and turned his face towards the wall so she couldn't look at him and left her standing there. "What are you saying?" she asked. Following him, she put her hand on his shoulder and turned him back towards her. He shook her hand off his shoulder and walked away from her. "It's not you, I'm." "Completely fucked up," she finished for him. "Why are you doing this? Why are you trying to hurt me?" she asked, breaking down into tears. "Why don't you understand?" asked Sebastian, trying to keep cool. "You were just a conquest.it was.just a bet, I never really loved you," he said. "You're such a coward, look at you. You can't even finish what you're trying to say," she said. "Don't you get it? I don't know how I can say this any clearer to make you understand. You mean nothing to me. I feel nothing for you. I thought I was in love with you, but I was just fooling myself," he said.
"Why are you doing this?" Annette ran at him, throwing her hands at him, screaming, trying to hit him. But she wasn't strong enough. Sebastian grabbed her fists and held her off of him, holding both her tiny wrists in his one hand. Then he pinned her against the wall, covering her mouth with his hand. Annette trembled and shook, her breathing heavy. She was afraid of what Sebastian might do to her. "Shh, you don't want Mrs. O'Shea to hear you do you?" he said, his voice convincing. She shook her head and stopped trembling, and her voice became quiet. He moved his hand off of her mouth and backed away. Annette fell down to the floor and cried. "You don't know how to love. You knew this was important to me," he said, still sobbing between words. "Well it's too late," he said. "I know you don't really mean that," she said.
"You don't know anything about me," he said. She stood up but moved away from him, towards the window. He opened the door and turned to leave, but moved away from the door and came towards her. He leaned in to touch her, trying to put his arms around her. "Don't touch me," she said, pushing his hand off her and turning herself away from him so he couldn't reach her. He tried again, struggling. "Don't touch me! Don't! Sebastian!" she screamed. "I'm sorry," he began, but she stopped him, pushing him away from her. She wouldn't listen to him as he tried to apologize. "Get out! Get out!" He moved a little towards the door stood there, looking at her. "Get out!" He went out the door and slammed it. Annette fell to the floor and cried, her head in her hands and tears streaming down her pale face.