Chapter 5- Toxic

Boone turned over on his side. His eyes were still closed, and he could feel someone's body next to him. Even in his dreams, Boone would replace that presence with Shannon. He wrapped his arms around the body next to his. Snuggling up close to her…he could smell her perfume, she smelled sweet like magnolias. A smile crossed his face, Shannon always smelt like magnolias.

Shannon's eyes opened. Aww, how cute. Boone had wrapped his arm around her when she was sleeping. Shannon reached for his hands, and then squeezed them in hers. She brought her body closer to his, and then glanced over at him quickly over her shoulder. He looked so precious. Shannon scowled. Eww, she was disgusting herself. Why was she calling Boone precious?

Shannon glanced at him once more. Because he was. She let go of his hands, and then turned to face him. He was snoring softly, and he had an odd smile on his face.

"Are you dreaming about me?" Shannon whispered.

Boone remained silent.

Shannon cupped his chin in her hands, "I'm bored, take me out on the city. Let's have some fun,"

Boone slightly stirred.

"Wake up," Shannon whispered.

"No, Isabella…it's too early," He mumbled still half asleep.

Shannon's mouth dropped open, "I am not Isabella!" She raised her hand to hit him, and then stopped. Why was he dating that other girl. She placed her hands under her head, and then stared back at him in thought.

"You're only supposed to live for me, not other women."

Boone turned away from her.

Shannon's eyebrows furrowed low over her eyes. "I hate you sometimes you know that,"

Boone pulled the covers off of her, and then covered himself completely.

Shannon sat up, "Fine, take the covers! It's too hot for them anyways, I hope you roast, and when you do, I'll laugh…" She closed her mouth when she realized he wasn't listening.

Defeated Shannon got up, maybe Seth was still up. If he was then she was going to flirt with him, and make him want her. A devious smile crossed her face. That would really get to Boone, it would make him notice how special she really was.

"Shannon," Boone said.

Shannon turned to him with lightning fast speed. "Yeah?"

He let out a groan and then turned over on his side.

"What Boone? Are you having a nightmare?"

He started to snore softly again.

Shannon crossed her arms. Maybe he was dreaming about her? She walked over to him, and then rested her hands on his shoulders. Shannon gently sat down on the side of the bed he was laying down on.

She brought her hand to his hair, and then gently pushed it to the side. "It's so easy to use you, I don't want too, but you always come back, and it makes it so easy to hurt you." Shannon felt a brief wave of guilt. She had once thought the it was her fault that Boone nearly died, but after he recovered, she washed all of the guilt away.

Shannon stood up, and then walked towards the door for the second time. The only way for her to show her love for him was through hate…she was scared of love, and she was even more frightened that she had felt "love" for Boone since she was a little girl. Shannon clenched her jaw, Deep down inside, she knew that Boone deserved so much better than her.

Shannon opened the door, and then stepped out closing the door behind her.

She sighed, She hated this so much! If only she could shake Boone, but she couldn't. She loved the way, he attempted to argue back at her, even when he knew he was going to give up so she could win, and how he always came to her rescue. Boone was so selfless, and before now, he had lived his life for her.

"Hey there princess," Seth said walking down the hall.

"Hey," Shannon said.

Seth smirked, "Do you read him stories to sleep or something?"

"No, I was just um…checking out the view. New York is beautiful, if it wasn't for the rude ass people, then I think I could actually live here,"

"How long are you staying?" Seth asked.

Shannon shrugged, "I don't know, as long as I'm wanted I guess,"

"It gets kind of boring with just Boone and I here…you should stay for a while,"

Shannon wrapped her arms around her body, "I might,"

"Cool,"

Shannon rolled her eyes, "Cool…you're such a dork."

"Ouch," Seth teased.

"My brother is sleep, does he always go to sleep this early?" Shannon asked.

"No, usually Isabella is keeping him up…if you know what I mean."

Shannon narrowed her eyes at Seth, "She's a slut isn't she?"

Seth grinned, "Boone's her boyfriend right?"

How dare Boone sleep with another girl besides her. Mental images of Boone trailing kissed from Isabella's lips down to her neck filled Shannon's subconscious. Shannon blushed a furious red. She didn't want to think about that anymore.

"Do you want to go up to the top of the building?" Seth asked.

"What do you do up there? Lure women up there, get them drunk, and then sleep with them?"

Seth raised an eyebrow, "Um, that isn't usually how it goes down, but if you wanna do it that way then who am I to object,"

Shannon smiled, "Maybe some other time…so what are you doing up so late. Looking at porn like a pervert?"

"You're a woman that speaks her mind huh?"

Shannon slightly raised her chin, "Yeah, I need some new clothes…are there any expensive boutiques around here?"

"Yeah, of course…there are some really nice places in Greenwich to shop…I'm talking about real high end…"

"Good,"

"You're willing to spend that much money,"

"Boone's money, where does my brother keep his credit cards?"

Seth shrugged, "Why do you think I would know that? Don't you have money of your own?"

Shannon thought it over. Knowing Boone, his credit cards were probably right in the open. "Take me out tomorrow."

"Okay, why do I get the feeling you're up to trouble."

"Because I am, what are you doing?"

"Watching some t.v., it's a slow night in Seth world."

Boone turned back towards where Shannon was laying. His eyes opened, and a feeling of disappointment washed over him. He still wanted Shannon to be lying next to him. He laid down on his back, and then clasped his hands behind his head. Boone closed his eyes for a second, and then reopened them.

He didn't even hear Shannon get up.

Boone sat down at his desk. It was pouring rain outside. And he had a thousand thoughts racing through his head. He had just paid James in order to leave Shannon alone, but it didn't work. Shannon was still going to marry him.

Boone placed his feet against the wall, and then kicked out, forcing his chair to go slightly outwards. No matter what he did, Shannon would never appreciate him. All he wanted to do was fix her mistakes, and protect her from all the guys that wanted to hurt her. Boone let his feet fall onto the floor. He placed his arms on the desk, and then closed his eyes. His jaw was clenched, and he struggled to calm down his mind which was alive with Shannon's face in every corner.

Boone sighed, and then placed his hand against his forehead. He was forming a headache, and the only thing he seemed to hear over, and over was Shannon's words before leaving the restaurant.

He needed a drink. Boone stood up, he glanced towards his door, which was closed and locked. He didn't want anyone to come in and see him like this, see him so weak, and in Shannon's complete control.

Boone poured himself some brandy. He didn't really like brandy, but any alcohol to soothe his troubles would due. After he had a full glass, with ice tinkering at the edges, he walked back towards his desk.

His eyebrows furrowed low over his pale blue eyes, as he took the first sip.

"This is to you Shannon," Boone took another sip.

He placed down the glass and then reached in his draw for a poem that he had written for Shannon the last time she had hurt him. Boone turned on the radio, Oasis' "Wonderwall" was playing.

Boone winced in pain. Shannon definitely wasn't saving him, she was drowning him in his own pathetic misery.

As "Wonderwall" played in the background Boone looked over his poem. He had meant those words and he still meant them now.

I've become you're fool.

My life purpose has ceased.

I can no longer think on my own.

My worth has decreased.

Because I'm in you're zone.

A knock was heard at the door. Boone turned to the door in surprise. "Go away," He said.

"No, it's Shannon. Boone I'm sorry,"

"Leave me the hell alone, go back to him!" Boone yelled. He turned up the music louder. Why did he give her that key to his house.

"Open the door Boone, with that depressing music on…it sounds like you're trying to kill yourself."

"Go away," He growled.

"Open the damn door! Dammit Boone, stop being such a baby. Stop crying and get you're ass up! I'm soaked from the rain, and I'm cold…"

Boone remained silent.

"Boone!" Shannon screamed. She pounded her fists on his door. "Open the door!"

Boone placed his hands over his ears, and tried to tune her out.

When you wish bad on me

I come back for more.

When you kick me to the ground

Spit on me

And laugh as I cry out, without a sound

You laugh, and enjoy my pain.

"Boone please," Shannon said weakly.

Boone's hands slowly dropped from his ears. He reached for the rest of the brandy with shaking hands, and then brought it to his lips. He tilted his head back, and the finished it off.

Shannon stopped knocking.

Boone wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand.

Every night I go away

You come back

He slowly got up and walked towards the door. He hesitated and then reached out to open it. Boone stared down at Shannon on the floor. Her blonde hair was soaked, and she was wearing the same dress she had worn to dinner. When she had lashed out at him, and made him feel like shit.

The shoulder strap to her dress was hanging loosely on her shoulders. Shannon looked up at him, with tears streaming down her face, and her mouth in a permanent frown. "Why did you lock me out…I was worried."

"Stop lying," Boone said looking down at her in hurt and anger all balled into one gigantic confusing emotion.

Shannon reached out for the pants of his jeans. "Help me up,"

Boone continued to stare down at her deep in thought.

Shannon's hazel eyes stared back at him in helplessness. "Help me up!"

Lure me in with your sultry eyes

Lips so full and sweet

And made for lies.

Boone did as he was told against his will. He bent down to help Shannon up. She wrapped her arms around him. "I'm so sorry,"

"No you're not," Boone said trying to escape Shannon.

"Don't you dare try to get away from me."

Boone looked away.

Shannon placed her hands on his face. "Look at me!"

Boone's eyes darted around the room.

Shannon pushed her face closer to his, and then kissed his cheek.

Boone closed his eyes as he felt her lips on his warm cheeks.

Shannon kissed his red cheeks, and then brought her lips onto his mouth.

Boone's arms hung limply at his sides, and he wasn't kissing her back.

"Kiss me, I need your love…love me Boone," Shannon reached for his hands, and tried to make him wrap them around her. "Boone!" She screamed loudly.

Even though you whisper

Empty promises in my ear

I want more

I want to feel you close to me

Protect you

Shannon stared deep into Boone's eyes. "I love you, and I always have,"

Boone was started to grow dizzy. From feeling Shannon so close to him, and the brandy that he drunk so fast before.

Shannon pushed her nose against his.

They were both the same height, 5'9, so he couldn't escape her. They were right on level, their eyes, their lips…she knew that he couldn't resist her. Shannon was toxic, but he still wanted her, and she knew it.

"Boone, look at me."

Boone cast his eyes on hers.

"I swear I'll never yell at you again."

Boone closed his eyes.

Shannon kissed him on the forehead. "It's okay, I won't do it again promise."

Before Boone could speak, Shannon silenced him with another kiss. She wrapped her arms around him, and then pushed him onto the bed.

"I don't want too…" He stared.

Even though deep down inside

I'm setting myself up for hurt

I stay out in the light

Ready for the pain and heartbreak

Shannon crawled onto the bed with him.

Boone looked up at her.

Shannon pulled at his shirt.

He felt like she just used him for sex. Like she didn't care about him, like he was just her object. Shannon lowered her mouth onto his once again, this kiss was more powerful and passionate, he couldn't hold out any longer. Boone kissed Shannon back. His mind was screaming at him, and telling him to stop. But his tongue was too busy tasting every crevice of Shannon's mouth.

His hands reached for her arms, and he gave it a gentle squeeze. He loved her.

Shannon kissed his neck.

Boone closed his eyes, and then ran his hands through her damp hair.

You use me as your puppet

Taking me in when you want me

And then leaving me with the blame

When you want to play these games.

Shannon reached forward to turn off the lights.

All went black, and Shannon took advantage of him again.

Boone sat up. He rubbed at his eyes, and then got out of bed. Why was he trying to keep Shannon from Seth, maybe it was better if she was with Seth instead of him. That way she couldn't hurt him anymore, and then drive him to drink, or something even worse. Boone pushed his door open.

The first thing he saw, as soon as he stepped out was Shannon on the first floor.

She was sitting on the couch with Seth, watching something, and looking very uninterested. Her eyed locked on Boone's. "Join us sleeping beauty,"

Boone waved off her offer, "No you guys go ahead, I'm going back to sleep."

Shannon got up from the couch.

"Goodnight Seth,"

"Oh, you're leaving already?" He asked.

"Yeah, this is a boring ass movie, it's so bad that when the people get killed it's actually funny." Shannon then ran up the stairs. She opened Boone's door and then closed it behind her.

Boone looked up, "What are you doing?"

"Going to sleep," Shannon flopped back down next to him, and then curled up as close to him as possible.

He moved away, "It's too hot,"

Shannon stared after him hurt, and then quickly recovered, "Fine, I'm sorry I'm not Seth,"

Boone groaned, "Guest room Shannon,"

"How about you go there,"

"Fine I will," Boone got up grabbing his covers, and pillow and then opened the door.

Shannon sat up shocked.

Boone closed the door, leaving her in the darkness, and looking around in desperation for him to come back. She pouted, and then laid down on her pillow. All alone in Boone's room, with the moon disappearing behind the clouds, and skyscrapers, as the only thing to keep her eyes company.

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