A/N: Hello, fellow readers! This was developed in my notebook and was only meant for me to read when I'm lonely (which is quite often). It will involve some dark themes at first. Beware of language and lemons to come. Please give it a chance! Review! It leads to faster updates..
Far From the Home I Love - Fiddler on the Roof
How can I hope to make you understand
Why I do, what I do,
Why I must travel to a distant land
Far from the home I love?
Once I was happily content to be
As I was, where I was
Close to the people who are close to me
Here in the home I love...
Who could see that a man would come
Who would change the shapes of my dreams?
Helpless, now, I stand with him
Watching older dreams grow dim.
Oh, what a melancholy choice this is,
Wanting home, wanting him,
Closing my heart to every hope but his,
Leaving the home I love.
There where my heart has settled long ago,
I must go, I must go.
Who could imagine I'd be wand'ring so
Far from the home I love?
"I'll always love you, Bella." His lips ghost across mine.
I nod. His fingertips caress my cheek, eliciting a shiver from me.
Our eyes meet, and I'm hypnotized in the brown pools.
His hand travels downward, brushing past the swell of my breasts before finding its way to the hem of worn cotton.
He tugs, and I'm sent back to reality.
"Jacob, we can't do this." His eyes darken.
"My sweet Isabella, allow me to savor every curve of your luscious body. Allow me to worship you."
He pulls my shirt off as I stare blankly at the wall.
"Please, don't." Tears form in my eyes.
"Shhh." His warm finger presses gently to my chapped lip, and I'm afraid. He fumbles with the button of my jeans before slowly lowering the zipper. I try to pull his hand away, but he's relentless.
"No. Please!" I beg. I cry. I kick. But he's too far gone. Soon I'm without clothes and pinned against the bed post, and then I'm taken.