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Angels Choking On Their Halos

Chapter Seven - So Only Say My Name.

Let time tick when you are broken and bruised, let the convulsions stop, the shakes simmer down and just let time pass. Feel the seconds click between your fingertips and you will soon realise that time is a menial thing, not needed for a creature of the night, not wanted when it begins to govern your life, unable to be told when you can tell the moon from the sun in the sky anymore. This is a wasteland where time is redundant, it almost doesn’t exist and that is why I had no recollection of how long I sat there with the hard, cold floor biting at my exposed flesh.

My head lay on top of the arms I had crossed atop my knees, willing the shaking to stop, fear still coursing through my veins, the wild look in his eyes still burning behind my own it’s almost as if he is still here, staring at me with all the perpetual rage he had stored away since we had met, I had lost count of the amount of times I had seen a glimmer of anger beneath his surface. Too many times. Breathe in, breathe out, repeat.

Dark oak meets pristine wall as he swings the heavy object open like a child would its toy, fury still evident in his movements as he all but stomps over to a chest of draws that matched the wood of the door. He rifled through the third draw’s content, flicking clothing astray as he searched for something as if it was a chore, I looked on doe eyed, my heart suffering from its own erratic beat, terror turning my body ridged.

Black denim and a grey crew-neck jumper soon fell at my feet; I looked up at my captor confused only to find that he had refused to look back at me, his gaze fixed on the rumpled silk sheets and pillows that lay askew.

“The bathroom is through that door,” was all that was spoken. Do I thank him? I feel as though I should but the simple fact that he would not look me in the eye, show me a little respect when I am supposed to show him a lot, flickered my own annoyance. I stood up, unsteady on my feet, my mind whirling due to lack of oxygen and the speed at which rose from the floor. I let a small huff, holding my head high as I all but marched to the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind me, a silent message to the demon that I was not letting my rebellion slip and not to disturb me.

The door clicked shut and my shoulders dropped, a heavy sigh accompanied the sound of falling clothes and padding feet as I made my way to the shower. A luxury I had not feel in so long.

The bathroom was as grand as the main room. A spotless mirror vanity adorned the whole of the right wall, the countertops glittering quarts and gold tinted taps. The walls were beautiful champagne with small golden details around the borders; the floor tiles a brilliant white that shone in the slightly dimmed lighting. In any other circumstance the room would be as breath taking as its bedroom counterpart, but this was not a normal situation, I don’t live here willingly. I don’t want to live here at all.

Water, that amazing life giving substance, I had never been more grateful for it in my short life-time. The dirt ran from my skin, the grease and stain that apocalypse had left on my slowly began to disintegrate and God was it well received. The shower was warm and relieved the ache from my bones, soothing the cuts and grazes. I used the soaps and hair washes lying around the bathroom like forgotten soldiers, I trimmed the untidy stubble lucky that on one outing I had been able to find a razor for me and the old man to use so I wasn’t in dire need of a shave.

The shower was lovely though it couldn’t last forever, another sigh feel from my lips as I shut off the water regrettably. Rolled amongst the jeans I found a pair of grey boxers, slipping them on up clean legs, there was a hair dryer resting on the gleaming counter. Damp jumpers where uncomfortable, dry hair was not and so it seemed like the logical thing to do, using the hair dryer whilst clad in the jeans before adding the crew-neck. It seemed logical until the door creaked open. I didn’t hear it.

“Are you done yet, Jesus Chr-“ his whine cut short when he glanced my way, I caught his eye in the mirror, arms outstretched above my head, hand ruffling through it to get it dry as quickly as possible. For a moment panic dug her icy fingers into my spine expecting some form of veto from the brown-eyed beast, a moment of anxiety sweep through me gripping at the nerves in my limps leaving them to tingle in the after-math. Until I spun around to defend myself.

Two seconds was all it took for me to face him, two seconds was all it took for him to pin me to the counter and I shook with dread as I awaited his actions. But none did come, I was confused.
I tipped my head upwards, hair sweeping sideward as it falls into place above my eyes. My confusion was soon erased as I decipher the look in his irises; I had seen that look before, on the night that we meet. That look did not spell good things for me. Now I shook for a different reason. Want but also for fear of that want, for fear of what this creature is doing to me emotionally.

“You have no idea how much I want you right now, to take you against this counter,” breathy whispers tickled my ears, my neck, my shoulder as he leaned down and let the words ghost across my skin. My own words became caught in my throat, a barricade against potential betrayal, instead I bit my lip and looked away for if I had gazed any longer I couldn’t assure myself that I would not do something I would regret, like lean in first.

His lips took advantage of bare skin, pressing open mouthed kisses along my collar bone and up towards my ear, he sucked behind it as I tried my best to stay still and quiet, adamant that I would not make this easy for him, that I did not want nor need this.

“But alas I can’t, we have business to attend to, young Alex,” he, Jack, sounded dejected, I felt relieved. The jumper was soft, clean against my flesh; Jack’s grip on my wrist was not as gentle as the fabric as he tugged hastily towards the door. The shoes he had given me thumped at the floor as the door swung closed behind us.

Notes

It has been so long and I am so sorry for the completely unreliable updates but I have made myself a rule now. New updates every Sunday (hopefully)

Okay the chapter was just all over the place and I'm sorry for it.

Please continue to comment, they are what keep me going and I would really love some criticizem so I know where I'm going wrong.
Love you all. xox

Comments

Okay i know this is super late and probably being left unfinished but please come back. This is so so so good

AllTimeMay AllTimeMay
11/11/14

this is an amazing story i can t wait to read more which sholdd be soon hoopefully

OMG OMG OMG you updated! YES! I'm in love with this story! I'm obsessed. I would check everyday even though I got a notification when you updated. And now you finally did! Ahhhh thank you so so much! It's fantastic as always c:

Omg this story is amazing it's so well written and has such a brilliant plot :)

@JagkBarakitten
I update every site this is posted at the same time sorry.x
NotJustLyrics NotJustLyrics
12/3/13