I'm Either Nexus…or Against Him?
Ah, I signed on last night to check my emails and I was so happy to see that this had some great attention! So, I decided to write another chapter. :D
Just an FYI; Clarissa is an OC from my other fiction Me, You and My Medication, just so you guys know... didn't feel like making my main characters best friend a diva or superstar this time around..
Anyway, enjoy!
Chapter Two; A Call for Help
Stu came in around two or three in the morning, I couldn't sleep and every time I tried to relax myself I still felt completely restless. Even with my eyes closed I could feel the light from the hallway shine onto the wall across from where I lay.
He closed the door soon after, not bothering to turn on the lights. I could feel his broad figure move over to his end of the bed and sit down. The faint smell of alcohol lingered on his clothing; he went out drinking again. Stu's been out every night this week with his Nexus crew, and then comes back to me reeking vaguely of alcohol as if everything is okay.
It's not, and I don't approve of any of this. This isn't my fiancé; this isn't the Stuart Alexander Bennett who asked me for my hand in marriage two years ago. So where does this leave me?
I could hear him shifting around; something gets thrown onto the floor and by the soft thud it made it was probably his t-shirt. He gets up off of the bed, one of the drawers roll quietly open. It confuses me, even though his attitude has changed so drastically; he'll do all he can to creep in quietly.
…Probably to avoid the arguments we have been falling in and out of lately, we had gotten into trouble, by hotel management and the boss, for our behavior. We've been loud and disruptive, disturbing those around us when they are asleep and the boss was on Stu's case for room damage.
His belt hit the floor when his denim jeans did as he changed into a pair of sweats; it was not long after that that he was throwing back the comforter and crawling into bed next to me. His body felt a bit cool against mine as I tried my best to act as if I were asleep, I am not much of an actor compared to him.
Stu's body pressed against mine as he leans up over me, I felt his dry lips press to my cheek and the scent of alcohol overwhelm my senses. He lies down, wrapping his tattooed bicep over my small, porcelain-like frame and nestled his face into my reddish-brown hair.
I felt like porcelain compared to him, especially right now. I would have to wait for him to fall asleep before I made any rash decisions to actually get up. I could feel his cold, alcohol-ridden breath against my neck and it completely disgusts me.
Okay, yes, I get it, he's thirty and this makes him eligible to drink and all but on an every night basis? Obviously I'm not used to this; I'm better aware of the two nights a week that we would go out and drink but its plain to see that this, like a lot of things, is becoming non-existent.
I must have been lying there for twenty minutes or even up to half hour before I finally decide to slowly raise his arm off of me, carefully trying not to wake him up. I grab my phone in a silent haste and then creep quietly to the balcony door.
After I close the door on my way out, Clarissa's number was the first one I called. Leaning against the guard rail, I wait anxiously for her to answer. She has been there since I began travelling with Stu; such a high spirited and lovely personality to be around and we've been close ever since.
An improper greeting replies from the other end of my cell phone, I think it was a 'hello'; personally I could care less at this point. I sigh lightly, "Clarissa, he's at it again," my voice was soft, clear and crisp.
I could hear Clarissa's movements on her end of the phone, shifting to sit up without waking her boyfriend. "Rina, you can't keep monitoring when he goes and when he leaves," she grumbles. "Sooner or later he is going to catch on and the arguing between you two is just going to get even worse,"
"I can't help it; I don't know where he goes or who he's with and it maddens me!" I exclaim, trying not to be so loud.
"I'm sure he's not doing anything too radical, the guy is under a lot of pressure right now," Clarissa softly replies. "This may just be a temporary phase; he's a guy and they tend to break awkwardly under stress. Believe me; I have one just like him…"
"Okay…" I grumble under my breath and then let out another sigh; I feel defeated. "You're right." I push myself off of the railing. "I'm sorry for waking you; I'll talk to you later,"
"Goodnight, Rina." Clarissa ends our conversation, a small sense of a smile shone brightly in her voice.
I drop my hand to my waist, closing my phone and as I turn around the sight shocks me. Stu was standing in the doorway, his dark eyes beating harshly against me.
"Is everything alright, Katarina?" his voice was anything but sympathetic or worried.
I wasn't looking into the eyes of Stu Bennett; instead the fearless glare of Wade Barrett seemed to look right through me as if I were clear glass. I can feel the goosebumps run uncontrollably around my skin; I no longer feel safe.
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