So this is now really the next chapter, but I thought I would be fun to write a small something from the point of view of Trent. I thought it would be interesting to see what was going on inside his head. I hope you enjoy it. Thanks a ton for the reviews. Please keep on writing more. I love to know what you guys think. : )
I laid there arms behind my head staring at the ceiling. Thinking. There was so much to think about. I was so very confused. Confused about everything I was feeling. About what happened tonight. I don't know what overcame me when I pulled Rachel out of that elevator and kissed her. All I know is that I felt the urge to press my lips against her. To hold her against me. I've never felt that urge with another person before. And for once I did exactly what I was feeling.
Our relationship always consisted of either your with me, or your against me. She has annoyed me to no end. And recently I really thought I hated her, or rather what she was. I was afraid of her, so I hated her. But I am not so sure anymore. Not so sure at all.
I turn my head and see that she's sleeping next to me. Her bare back shows the proof of our wild night. She has a bruise forming on her left shoulder, and some on her thigh and her lower back. I didn't escape completely unscathed either; my back has rows scratches. And thinking about our night together I can't help but smile. It was rather…exhilarating.
I turn slightly and lean on my elbow to get a better view of her. Laying there she looks so harmless. Her skin pale, her red curls wild around her face. From her lips, escape a small sigh. And that reminds me of her a couple of hours ago underneath me. I had never felt such passion before. And that calls a feeling inside of me, one I've never felt. One that scares me. I have a tendency to destroy or to own what scares me.
Perhaps I should kill her now. She's sleeping and unarmed. I'll probably never get this easy of an opportunity. I lean forward but instead of ending her life, I brush a few curls out of her face, then slowly with the my fingers I trace the bruises along her back causing goose bumps along the way. A small shudder escapes her body and she curls up searching for some warmth. I pull the sheets up covering her body and pull her to me, my arms wrapped around her waist, my chest to her back. I buried my face on the hallow of her neck. Wrapped around her I soon drift up to sleep.
My last conscious thought was 'What's have I done?'.