A/N Another update! Let me know what you think.
What happened?
Twist and turning, my body lie tangled amidst the bed sheets. I could already feel a pounding ache in the back of my skull and my throat felt sore. Blinking back the haze that clouded my eye site, I turned my head to see the Soldier sitting on the desk chair "What did you do?" I mumbled. My voice sounded croaky.
"I did what I had to. You were going to hurt yourself" he replied while looking me over. I found myself doing the same and I could see that his bottom lip had been split. The Soldier deserved a lot more "What's gotten into you?" he questioned.
"I could ask you the same thing" I replied with venom. Shifting in the seat, the Soldiers jaw clenched as he leant back. I could clearly see that I'd struck a nerve, but I didn't care in the least "Why would you do that?"
"I'm sorry" he apologised.
"You're sorry" I scoffed before shaking my head "That doesn't change anything and it isn't an answer. Sorry doesn't take back what you did" getting up from the bed, I went to leave for the bathroom when his hand shot out hold my wrist.
"What do you want me to say?" he questioned "That I did something that stupid? Something that I shouldn't have? What's it going to take?"
I looked him in the eye "Nothing" I replied, the answer being simple "There's nothing you can do or say that'll make any of this better. You asked me if I wanted to stay. Why should I if this is what I get?"
He sighed "I don't know how to show you that I care. It's difficult for me when I don't know what to do with you" he replied "You never listen, and you never understand. It wasn't right, but I did it because I wanted you to know what I felt"
"For a person who claims to care, you have a cruel way of showing it" I replied before pulling my hand free from his grip "All you've ever done is push me away, and down it's my fault because I didn't know what you were feeling"
Ending the conversation, I left the room and headed into the bathroom for a shower. I need to feel clean; as clean as I can be. Washing my hair and body twice, I came back to my bedroom to see that the Soldier had left and it was now eerily quiet. He must have gone back to his room or out of the house.
Deciding to get changed into my jogging gear, I tugged on my shoes and tied the laces. Heading downstairs, I opened the front door and made my way down the driveway before starting on the footpath. Feeling the wind blow through my hair and across my skin, I began to slowly feel somewhat normal again.
Blankly staring straight ahead, I couldn't help but think back to yesterday at school. I still can't understand what had happened to me. One minute I was completely fine and then the next, things began to trigger inside of me. It almost felt like the time after I went through the conditioning in the Facility; when all my memories starting to flash before me. I could only assume that familiarity is what caused it.
"Hey, Amelia. Is that you?" slowing my pace, I stopped at the sound of the voice. Looking to my left, I realised that I'm standing outside a small corner shop. Cassidy stood with her radiant red hair "Hey. How are you? I heard about what happened. Is everything okay? Everyone was really scared. They didn't know what was wrong"
I gave a reassuring smile after the bombard of questions "Everything's fine Cassidy. Don't worry about me"
She gave me a confused look "How can't I? You're my best friend. Of course I'm going to worry"
"Thank you" I nodded before looking down to see her holding several grocery bags "What's all that for?" normally I wouldn't have asked, but it's a lot of items for only her mother and self. It peaked my curiosity, and I wanted to divert the conversation.
"Oh this?" she said "My birthday's tomorrow night. I was meant to tell you yesterday but then everything happened.
Watching her struggle to hold the bags, I decided to act out "Would you like some help?" giving me a relieved smile, Cassidy nodded her head quickly. Passing me several bags, I carried them with ease as we began to walk down the footpath and toward what I assumed to be her house.
"Thanks by the way" she said "I was dying just thinking about having to drag all this back home"
"It isn't a problem" I replied.
Making our way past several homes and buildings, we turned down into a narrow little street. With the footpath having ended at the main road, we were forced to trek along the uneven grassy terrain. Glancing beside me as Cassidy stumbled every now and then, I could hear her loud breathing. Heading up a worn driveway to an old looking house with peeling paint, we arrived at the front door.
I stayed outside as I handed Cassidy the groceries "Hey Amelia" she said after coming back to the front door "Do you want to come to my birthday?" she asked with a stutter while scratching her forearm.
I'd almost forgotten about the detail. I tried not to sigh when I nodded my head "Alright. I'll go" I replied.
Pursing her lips, I could see she was trying to keep in the girlish squeal she so desperately wanted to let out. Giving her a wave goodbye, I turned and began my journey back home. At least Cassidy's birthday will give me an excuse to leave the house.
Mixing the herbs in the kitchen at home, I pulled out the cleaned pieces of chicken and began to coat them evenly. Pulling the last out of the bowel, I placed it into the sizzling pan on the stove before taking the dirtied mixing bowl to the sing and washing my hands. Checking on the vegetables I could see that everything looked fine so far.
The food I'm preparing is nothing exciting, but it still smells rather good. Keeping a watchful eyes on the Soldiers all these week had taught me a few things here and there, and I decided to take preparations into my own hands for once "I didn't know you were home yet" spoke the Soldier himself as he'd surfaced from his bedroom.
"Dinner's almost ready. Can you set the table?" I asked although it was more of demand.
Holding out the placemats and cutlery, he gave me a nod before taking them. Grabbing the metal tongs, I turned the meat over to expose the crispy golden side. Waiting a few more minutes in silence, I then began dishing up the cooked vegetables onto the plates taken out. After adding the meat, I made my way over to the table and placed down the dishes.
Finally, I can sit down.
The sound of cutlery filled the air. Stabbing a few green beans, I was chewing when I paused to see the Soldier sitting still and silent. He isn't eating "Don't you like it?" I questioned simply "I can make you something else" waiting for a response, the Soldier continued to stare down at his plate of untouched food.
He suddenly got up from his chair "Thank you, but I'm not hungry"
The Soldier didn't look at me as he left to storm back up the stair. I sighed and wondered what the problem is this time. Listening as the door slammed shut, I dropped my knife and fork with a clang. My appetite had been ruined. Sitting back in my chair, I stared at nothing in particular. All this effort and it's all going to waste.
He's insufferable.
Looking down at the meal I'd prepared, I quickly rose from my seat. Marching up the wooden stairs, I headed straight down the hall toward his bedroom. Not bothering to knock or announce my presence, I turned the nob and swung the door wide open. I found the Soldier sitting on his office chair by the desk.
Stalking toward him, he turned away from the piece of paper he was reading to look at me. I rested my hands on either side of the arms rests and pressed my lips against his without hesitation. Instantly hands held my face as he went to pull away from me. I took a second to catch my breath.
"Stop pushing me away" I said.
Through his stormy grey eyes, I could see the Soldier thinking it through; deciding on whether or not he should or shouldn't. The decision only lasted a moment longer when he pulled me toward him to press those warm lips back onto mine. Our teeth clanged together and I shivered as his hands gripped my thighs to pull me forward.
Losing balance, I fell to straddle his lap before the Soldier stood with me still in his hold. Moving away from the desk and over to the mattress on the floor, I wrapped my arms around his neck for support. Kneeling down, he fell forward to lay on top of me. I couldn't help but ask myself. What am I doing?
Wrapping my legs tighter around the Soldiers waist, I looked up into his eyes as he leant back on his knees. Taking off his shirt, his short brown hair became frazzled as I traced my sites down the pink coloured scar tissue; where the metal of his arm met flesh. I wonder if it still hurts. I wonder if it's uncomfortable in anyway.
Arching my body enough to take off my own shirt, I threw it to the side and laid back as I felt the Soldiers hands move down to the edge of my pants. Hooking his fingers into the waist band of the fabric and my underwear, they were both tugged off to leave me bear with nothing but a bra for coverage. Aimlessly discarding the articles of clothing, his hands reached down to unbuckle the belt of his jeans.
I shivered at the site.
Freeing himself from the restraint of his clothing, the Soldier leant over to envelope me in his warmth. The weight of his strong body kept off of me and both his hands dented into the mattress beside my head. Shakily breathing as he began to guide himself into me, I felt the blunt tip push past my entrance to fill me up with one slow stroke. Whimpering at the stretching sensation, I clung to him tighter.
Locking his mouth back with mine, warm and soft, the heat of the room slowly began to rise. Strong calloused hands roamed down the sides of my soft stomach and rested on my hips with a tight grip to keep me still. I felt a tightness forming in my stomach as his thick member rubbed up inside me; prodding every inch with deep sensual thrusts.
Running my blunt nail down his back, I could feel only a few light scars that marred his flesh; the texture feeling rigid against the pads of my fingers. Breathing him in, I came to love the way the Soldier smells; familiar with a hint of nice cologne. Moaning, the slow pace turned rough and my body jerked upward with every slam of the Soldiers hips. The nudging of my uterus felt incredibly good.
Gasping, the Soldier pulled me up into his arms and flipped me around to lay on my stomach. Hoisting my backside to arch up into the air, he slipped out only to plunge back in. Suddenly I can see how addictive all of this is. I can understand how people can get so lost in the bliss and pleasure. Clutching the sheets with white knuckled hands, strands of hair clung to my face as my lips parted in a flow of moans.
The tense feeling in my stomach is almost too much to bare and with a few more hard strokes, I broke with a whimpering cry of pleasure. Gasping to try and regain my breath, my eyes remained closed for a moment as I calmed my racing heart. Slumping forward to lie on my stomach, the Soldier shifted from behind as he tugged my almost limp body to rest against his own. With my flushed cheek pressed against the Soldiers chest, I felt his voice rumble.
"Останься со мной" (Stay with me) he said.
"Всегда" (Always)