Previously:
After 10 minutes Paul was already annoyed. "Fuck sake Elizabeth! It's not that fucking hard to drive a car!"
As he yelled at me I felt the tears coming on as I started yelling back, maybe I should just talk Italian altogether! That way the asshole won't understand a word I would say. "Well it is when your grandmother and yourself got into a fucking car crash when I was just five years old, nearly dieing from it! You insensitive prick! When ever I look at the steering wheel I seet the head lights of that fucking truck!" And like that I slammed the door getting out and started walking away from him. I'm never getting behind the wheel of a car again! Ever. I don't give a fuck anymore. He can yell at me as much as he wants to! But as I started walking further away from him he grabbed my arm, pulling me into a hug. My arm's to my side, motioning to him that I am pissed of at him, he side. "I'm sorry Liz. I didn't know. And I didn't mean to yell at you. I was just annoyed. Come on let's just get back to the house, huh? Or we could go some where. Any where you want"
"I want to sleep" I said, a yawn escaping my lips, and like that Paul picked me up bridal style without any effort at all. And I fell asleep right away from sleepless nights.
I awoke to someone's hand stroking my stomach softly, my eye's fluttered open as I sat up taking in sight of my sorrounds. It was Paul's hand.
"Sorry for waking you" He said kissing me tenderly on the lips. "I just saw those scares.. How did you get them?"
Sighing, I knew sooner or later he would see them, then I would have to explain the scares that sorrounded my body. "I don't think you want to know what happened Paul"
Furrowing his eyebrow's he took me in his arm's. "I do. Tell me please?" Nodding I sat on the end of his bed, he was at the front looking at me confused. Slowly I lifted up my top, letting it slip out of my hands and onto the ground. As I did this he let out a gasp, and slowly I looked at his comforter. "What the fuck? What happened? How did you get those scares? When did you get them?" He was coming toward me, shaking just a little as I put my knees to my chest, my arm's wrapping around them. "Tell me!" He ordered when I didn't say anything. "Please, just tell me"
Sighing I started, looking away from him. "My mom hasn't always been a sleazy slut.. If my sister wasn't sick I wouldn't of even been born." He looked at me when I said 'sister' "My sister's name was Elouise Jasmin Black. When she was 8 she was diagnosed with acute promyelocytic leukemia. They needed me in order to harvest blood from her umbilical cord in order to use in treatments to help save her life.. And I was a match. It was succesful, but she had a relapse. When I was just born they would give me needles.. I ended up having 3 operations when I was just two. And as she grew I was used as a donor for any other bodily substance needed to treat her, who continued to get sick. When I was 5, and she was 13 she needed a kidney, and by that time I already had a number of surgeries. My sister finally put her foot down. She protected me from even more pain. I wouldn't be able to eat junk food.. And all types of stuff. She didn't want me to suffer. She didn't want me to tell my mother, and I kept that promise, even at 5 I understood a lot. I ended up saying no. And so did my sister. She died 3 months later while I was in her arm's. Before she died she told me not to give up on anything to never stop fighting. Then I simply thought dead meant frozen or gone, but now I'm not so sure. I thought it was just the covering of something important, that's what I knew it to be. But that night my father wrapped his arm's around me and promised me that things would get better. That's why I was sent to all those schools, everytime she looked at me she saw Elouise. She would scream at me all night, telling me I was a waste of space and that she wish I died, and not Ellie. Those scars are operation scars. I suffered a lot but it was worth it to just keep my sister alive for at least 8 years. Jacob never found out, but Billy knows, he helped organise the funeral"
Paul looked at me, a sad expression on his face as he brought me into his arm's, letting me soak him with my tears that seemed to come out slowly. "Why have you been through so much? I just don't know how you do it. You've grew up without a family. My parent's died but I grew up in a household that actually cared about me. The only person who cared about you was your dad and your sister. But you don't have to worry about that anymore. We love you here Liz. You don't know how much I love you. Your my whole life. I do love you, you don't know how much I simply care about you. I would do anything and everything just to be with you. I would go to the end of the world just to see you smile. I would go through hell and back just to save you. I would roam through the jungle find you."
As he said that I cupped his cheeks. "Te quiero Paul"
Smiling he said "I love you to Elizabeth" Then like that his lips were on mine as we kissed passionately. His hands on my hips as we continued into the passionate kiss. He found himself slipping, and I found myself straddeling him involuntarily, shrugging I put my arm's on either side of his face, my stomach bare the only thing that actually covered me was the pink bra I was wearing. His hands trailed up my back, expertly unclipping my bra and tossing it onto the floor. And then we continued into a passionate night filled with love and kisses..