Chapter 9 I know I shouldn't...

Iziah;

I pulled my lips from Joe, the dogs on the other side of the door were barking madly, almost howling to make sure that I was ok, I banged on the closed door, they knew what to do next. They went outside knowing that with one command they would be back by my side, where they belonged. I just looked at Joe, wondering whether or not this was a good idea. Still if there is one thing about me it's this, I always do the things I'm not meant too, it's the reason I get into so much trouble. Still we all knew that wasn't about to change, so against everyone else's better judgement I stroked his arm until he agreed to follow me inside.

"I like the theme" Joe grinned cheekily at me, I was in the middle of some DIY, basically I bought this old-fashoined Goth styled mansion and slowly I was returning it to it's former beauty. Sadly with work and life in general, results were slow-coming.

The dogs yapped outside as I worked off my jacket, the odd thing was I knew what I wanted and I knew that he wanted it too but I actually had no idea how to proceed, there was ettiquette to this kind of thing but surprise surprise, it eluded me. So I let him take the lead, I just hope he was happy with the outcome cause if he wasn't, well I guess there's not alot I can do about it.

I kissed him again, wondering if I could do this, like I said I actually liked Joe and the last time I did this, it ended pretty badly. Actually really badly. Still I'm a tryer, his lips were so soft on mine, tingles going up and down my body until his huge frame was leading me, I had no idea where we were going but I let him take control for a moment. My lower back hit the counter, the moan of pain never reaching his ears, his tongue tentively edging over my lips wanting an entrance, like he needed an entrance. His huge arms lifted me off the floor until my ass was sitting on the half done bench. My broken arm itched but that was fine I only needed one arm for this work, one arm might actually be better for him. I wrapped my arm around his back, pulling him closer until his body was rubbing against mine, for a second I almost decided not to go through with it, but then the bigger picture came to mind and I knew I had no choice. I pulled away and just looked into those beautiful eyes.

Poor Joe never saw it coming, people never do but for the first time in ever I actually felt bad. Sharp black fingernails sunk into his back, the scream bouncing around my house making the dogs howl deep into the night, blood eked over my arm burning the skin but not enough to bother me. Joe lept away from me, blood pouring down his large frame, paleness reaching his skin. I merely folded my legs up underneath me, sitting rather comfortably as the blood pooled on my floor. He just stared at me, hurt confusion peaking on his face.

"You're a fucking psychopath!"

The slamming of the door hurt me more than he would ever know, I wanted to be selfish and keep him but I couldn't, for the first time in my whole life, I did the right thing. Rae would be so proud of me. By the time Joe got home the bloody gashes would be gone and their painful memory would go with it.

Along with any memory of ever meeting me.