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This is chapter 7, I just finished writing it and I'm posting it right away. I wanted to inform you guys that most likely I will be updating once a week or so, cuz I work at a store which happens to get quite busy now that Christmas is just around the corner and I have to go to my classes and study, plus manage a half-decent social life... so bear with me here.
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CHRISTIAN'S POV
After filling the gas on my bike, I started my shameful way to the local food store. It wasn't like I was so spoiled that I turned my nose on supermarkets, but I just didn't welcome all the reproaching stares from the town's old-timers. Looking the way I did, didn't really gave me a chance to make the most conservative first impression, not that I gave a fuck in the first place, but once in a while I longed to be unnoticed, invisible, just another blur in a sea of faces. This, of course, was quite impossible since Montesano was basically a factory of cookie-cutter population.
Huffing in defeat, I parked in front of Rodriguez's Supermarket, it was the closest to the house and it was small enough to not offer much variety, which meant I didn't have to spend an hour deciding on which brand was best and whatnot. Entering the little store, I immediately grabbed a cart and swiftly lost myself in the first isle I could find, already noticing some nosy fuckers looking my way. Shit, it's like you can't even breathe in this town without attracting attention.
Not letting my annoyance get the best of me, I distracted myself as I started grabbing random crap that I might or might not have seen my mom buy previously. And that's how my time in the store was spent until I heard someone shout my name as I was just closing one of the doors of the freezer section. Placing the cold lasagna with the rest of my contents, I looked up to see Samantha jogging my way, her huge tits bouncing with every step, it was pretty obvious she wasn't wearing a bra, did I mention we were on the freezer section?
"Hey sugar..." She purred as she got closer and ran her hand up my arm.
Automatically, I felt myself stiffen, and not in the good way. Putting a little distance from her, I ran my hand though my unruly hair.
"What do you want?" I asked her in an icy tone.
Her naturally dark eyes got even darker, and once again she took a few steps towards me, closing the space between us.
"I think it's pretty clear what I want," she chuckled as her hand made its way to the seam of my jeans, "the question is... what do you want?"
Familiar hands rubbed me unabashedly through the rough cloth of my pants and I immediately looked around to see if anyone was around, to my surprise, this section was completely deserted. I was still not entirely satisfied with my quick shower remedy, jerking off deemed my desire, but it didn't quench it. Samantha was easy, willing, and a guaranteed fuck, but something about the way she smirked at me, the way she was so eager to take control and take me wherever she felt like it shamelessly, totally turned me off. I found myself thinking of the meek girl with the luminous sapphire eyes, the one who had blushed and looked away under my gaze. I couldn't help but imagine her writhing underneath me, my mind wondering up to where her delicious blush could lead to. Thinking of her certainly made a part of my body which I'm quite attached to, very very excited.
"There we go." Samantha exclaimed before sloppily pressing her mouth to mine.
This was wrong, I could feel it, I just didn't understand why. I've been having my fair share of Samantha ever since I can remember living in this town, yet now, it felt... wrong. I tried to shove those ridiculous thoughts out of my brain as I felt her tongue battle mine in its quest for dominance, sucking so hard on my mouth I thought she was going to vacuum my insides. But I couldn't taste anything, it was as lacking as inhaling air, thick hot vapid air. Her grip on my semi-hard erection was too harsh and authoritative. I suddenly felt repulsed, by her, by myself, by the whole situation.
"What's wrong?" She huffed frustrated.
"I have to go, Samantha." I said grabbing my cart and making a beeline for the register.
Feeling as equally frustrated as she, I didn't even notice the sound of her clicking heels catching up to me until she put her hands on the middle of my back.
That's when I saw red.
I turned around, lightning speed and gripped her wrist in my hand, still feeling the painful burn of where her hand had made contact with my back.
"DO NOT EVER TOUCH ME." I spat between clenched teeth.
"You seemed to be liking it a while ago."
"Really? Did it really seem that way to you?" I sneered, tightening my grip.
She hissed and I immediately let her go.
"You know the rules, Samantha, and I'm not in the mood to discuss them with you again. So I advice you to get the fuck out of my line of vision before I really get mad."
Finally catching the graveness in my tone, she left the store, not bothering to retrieve her items for purchase.
I sighed, trying to control all the emotions thudding in my head, and pushed the cart, maybe with a little more force than I should have, to the register.
The cashier, apparently having witnessed the visuals of what had happened with Samantha, narrowed his dark eyes on me. I glared back, forcefully throwing all the shit I had picked out for him to scan. I really didn't need someone else thinking they knew shit about me when they were all just bunch of ignorant fuckers.
"It's going to be $107.75." He said with a thick accent of some kind.
I nodded and handed him the money from the white envelope Mia had given me. As soon as he gave me the change and the receipt, I was out the door with both hands full of bags.
I couldn't wait to get home and knock the fuck out.
...
When I parked in front of my house and started taking all the grocery bags from the motorcycle handles, I felt the eerie sensation of someone watching me. However, when I looked up to the balconies, there was no one there. Ignoring my paranoid tendencies, I headed towards the kitchen and made myself busy attempting to place all I had bought into the fridge or the cabinets.
While putting a box of cereal in a high self, I felt a thud and a faint whimper of pain. I immediately walked to the threshold to find a girl standing in four, apparently having just tripped.
All I could think of as I placed my hands in her forearms to help her up was that I recognized that ivory perfect skin and the natural shine of her brunette hair. Once she was face to face in front of me, I couldn't for the life of me contain the awestruck look from spreading over my features. Her beauty hit me like a wrecking ball and I suddenly lost all forms of defense. Her big inquisitive eyes that had looked right into my soul earlier in the day, now seemed to be foggy and glazed over. Was this girl high?
All of the sudden, I saw with scenic slowness how her fleshy bottom lip got stuck underneath her pearly front teeth. And I couldn't help but lick my own, wondering if her plump lips would feel as soft as clouds against my own. I noticed her agonizingly penetrating stare travel from where she was focused on the motions of my lips, back to my eyes, and I found myself getting hot anywhere and everywhere. I felt as if she tried hard enough, the girl with the scorching gaze could peel away my skin with a glance. And then, almost as if she had read my haunting thoughts, she released her bottom lip with a gasp.
"Oh god." I heard her mutter under her breath.
She had said it in an almost reverent tone, and it made me chuckle. Leave it to the heavens to make those words the first to come out of her lips.
Taking advantage of the closeness, I placed a strand of her hair behind her ear and leaned in, easing my mouth as close to the shell of her ear as possible and whispering in a husky tone I knew only too well.
"I appreciate the worshipping and all, but it's Christian, sweetheart."
Having her, as if placed there at my disposal made me feel greedy, covetous, like I couldn't and wouldn't ever get enough of her. Before I pulled back, I let her sweet intoxicating scent invade my nostrils with its vanilla undertone and it was all I could do to not to nuzzle my nose against her neck.
Pulling back to see her reaction, I found her cheeks had gone up in flames and she momentarily closed her eyes before I felt her body go limp in my arms. Panic set in for a second before I recovered my wits and grabbed her frame as securely as possible against my own.
"Wow! Hey baby, are you okay?"
The words slipped out of my mouth as if it was the most natural thing in the world. I had never felt comfortable saying words of endearment to anyone, it was one of those annoying pesky habits pussy-whipped motherfuckers said to their bitches to keep them happy. I had pretty much given up in the whole institution of their use, but now... Fuck! This girl was just stripping me of all past identities and making me hers with every passing minute.
She opened her mouth to respond to my concerns but closed it, seemingly not able to articulate at the moment. I was getting fucking worried... what was wrong with her?
"Let's find you a seat, shall we?" I said while I carefully lead her over to the counter and sat her in one of the tall trendy stools, and as much as I wanted to keep my hands circled around her waist, I moved them to the counter on either side of her, not wanting to flame her uneasiness further.
I suddenly remembered the events of this morning, when I had gotten furious at the sight of her lack of appetite. Now, more than ever, she looked weak and pale and just... unfocused.
"Have you eaten anything today?" I didn't even noticed how rough I sounded until I saw her look down nervously and bite her lip once again.
"No." It was barely audible, but enough to set me on a hunt for something for her to digest.
Shit! Does no one take her care of her? Here she stood, all brittle and frail, and no one but me takes notice.
I immediately found an energy bar and handed it open to her. She needed to eat, and I think she understood from the look in my eyes, there wasn't going to be any if's or but's about it.
Once she finished eating the nutrition bar in excruciatingly dainty proportions, I brushed away a leftover crumb that had accumulated in the corner of her mouth, and to my utter satisfaction, she blushed bright red at my attentions.
"So, what's your name?" I managed to get out in a somewhat casual tone.
"A-Ana." She stuttered.
"And what's your full name?"
"Anastasia Rose Steele." She said a little more stable this time.
"Anastasia..." I let my tongue caress the word, like my fingertips longed to do the same with her skin.
She nodded, and I smirked because it wasn't really a question. But just as I was about to interrogate her further, a startled gasp was heard from the entrance to the kitchen.
Leila... fuck!
She and I had hooked up in some sort of costume party my sister had thrown two years back. All I remembered was getting high as a motherfucking kite, grabbing some random pussy, and doing a half-ass job at fucking her. Next thing I know, psycho Leila is basically breathing down my neck every day... I eventually put two and two together.
I snapped out of my thoughts just as Anastasia was saying something to my alleged stalker. Leila, however, just stared at me with that unmoving, frazzled gaze that sometimes creeped the fuck out of me on a stoned day.
Wanting her to leave me the fuck alone, I glared at her as hard as I could. This bitch had to fucking get over it and find herself another dick to obsess about, I was getting pretty tired of people's bullshit nowadays.
Suddenly, I saw Anastasia tremble from my peripheral vision, and immediately sent Leila one last warning to leave before fixing my eyes on the girl with the stunned blue eyes.
Looking at her right now, I noticed something I hadn't before. My arms, on either side of her, all inked, stained to hide marks of pain and abuse and misuse... Looking at her porcelain arms, I saw nothing but pureness and delicacy. I felt repulsive for even thinking one as heavenly as she would cast her eyes on me. She was nothing like the other bitches on this town, she was unadulterated beauty, meant to stay away from danger and darkness, and that's exactly what I was.
"You should go upstairs, Anastasia." I heard myself say, my mind being once again penetrated by the sinister voices that I had managed to keep out throughout the day.
Unwanted...
Defiled...
Broken...
Fucked-up...
Barely managing to regain my lucidness, I saw Anastasia look around as if in need of something else.
"What's wrong?" I asked, confused that she didn't just ran away from my disturbed presence.
"Um... Mia sent me to grab some snacks." She whispered.
I nodded and handed her some random chip bags. Watching her walk away without one last look, knowing she was of the sky and stars, while I was eternally earthbound.
How was that?
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