He looked deep into her eyes. They were pleading, huge, beautiful pale green eyes. They searched his face for something, anything, prying words out of his soul through his own eyes.
He knew he could no longer avoid it, and he pressed his lips down onto hers.
A sigh of releif escaped her and she wrapped her arms around him passionately.
"this is wrong..." he thought to himself... "I shouldn't be doing this..."
but he couldn't stop. He ran his hands along her body and through her hair.. the skin quivering under his touch.
god, she has an amazing body
he could hear her breathing in his ears. She stopped kissing him for a moment, and slipped his hand under her shirt, and pulled him down again, kissing him hungrily. She had won.
She always won.
Her fingers entwined through his hair and she pulled, grasping it firmly between her fingers.
he pulled his hand out from under her shirt and pulled away quickly.
"i can't do this mel..." he said
she was breathing hard "why not? we've gotten so far since last time"
he sighed "there was no last time"
"my point exactly" she smiled. "you owe this to yourself, Michael. you're deprived with her. she doesn't deserve you." she pulled his face closer to hers but he pulled away again.
"you don't understand. I love her. I have never loved anyone like her before"
her hand fell from where it had rested on his chest. she pulled some hair back that had fallen in her face. she glanced at him from the corner of her eyes
Michael watched it, noting the delicate contours of her face.
she was beautiful, he had to give her that. He had thought she was gorgeous from the first moment he saw her. He wanted her.
But waht about Ally? She was beautiful too. He loved her with all his heart. She was his fiancee. He couldn't betray her like this.
But Melanie was right. He had gotten nothing from her for so long... it was like she was afraid of intimacy. Kisses yes, but Michael wanted more. So much more.
He had his chance here.
But no, he couldn't... he shouldn't.
He felt her hand on his chest and looked down into her eyes. They had changed. No longer gentle and pleading, but fiery and dominant. She smiled slyly at him and moved in closer.
Michael couldn't draw his eyes from her chest as she breathed. The gentle rise and fall. Melanie slammed her lips into his and something else rose not so gently. She slid her hand down the front of his pants.
He broke hte kiss and pulled away quickly, panting. He put his hand to his mouth and sighed. He walked towards the door quickly.
Melanie put her arm out to catch him.
"Michael. What is wrong? Why can't you just admit that you want this and give yourself a little treat?" she said, beginning to smile.
He stopped and turned around. He smiled back at her and pulled her up in a quick kiss, stopping and letting her down just as quickly.
He smiled agian.
"I'm only going to lock the door."
lorren stopped at the second step, unable to believe she was actually going to do this. it was cold and raining out. she had picked today, of all days, to talk to luke. her sweatshirt was soaked through and her hair was straggly. she knew she looked less than presentable. still she knew she had to do this or she would go insane. she had to talk to him, make him listen.
she shivered and walked up the remaining three steps. she paused again with her hand raised in a fist to knock on the door when she glanced at the window. lukes little brother parker was watching her through the fogged glass. she smiled, hoping to let him know she was friendly today. she was sure he knew who she was. she heard a muted bellow from inside. parkers voice "LUKE!!! IT'S LORREN!" she heard more muted tones. lukes voice... how she loved that voice. she heard footsteps and an unmistakable question "what does she want?" luke opened the hard door and sighed. "hey" he said.
"hi, luke. i was wondering-" lorren was cut off by a strong gust of wind and lost her balance.
luke opened the plexiglass outer door. "come in. i'm not going to make you stand out in the rain" lorren walked forward into the home of her ex-boyfriend. so long ago had she felt welcome and comfortable here... lukes hand touched her back for just a moment as he guided her into the living room.
she walked over to the big blue chair and sat down lightly on the edge. "sorry if it gets wet..." she said "i-" lorren was cut off again, this time by luke.
"you were wondering,? the wind interrupted, sorry." he said, walking over to the sofa and sinking down into the very center of it. everything in that house somehow held a memory to lorren. a vision of lukes eyes and lips fluttered to her mind but she shooed it away for the moment.
"uh... yeah..." she stuttered, playing with the end of the sleeves of her sweatshirt,"I know this is wierd, but can we maybe... talk?" she finished as she looked solemnly and questioningly at luke.
"what is there to talk about?"
"you don't even have to talk... it's mostly just me..."
"what do youwant to say?"
lorren had to think for a minute. "is your dad home?"
luke gave her a funny look. "no, he doesnt get home until four. just me and parker."he said, glancing at the clock above the fireplace.
parker came barrelling down the stairs out of his and luke's room. "what about me?"
luke put his feet on the coffee table. "nothing, parker. go away." he said. parker shrugged and went back up the stairs.
lorren smiled meekly. luke was just so nice to his brother.
"well, lor, what is there to talk about?" luke asked again.
lorren was silent. she was suddenly overwhelmed with the fact that she was even there to begin with.
i've got to break here. too tired.
Lisa's hand trembled. The blade of the knife reflected the candle's flames. She was scared... yet she was determined. Things had gotten too hard. She felt... she KNEW that she couldn't deal with it anymore.
Tears ran down her cheeks as she tried to steady her hand. she outstretched her left arm and unclenched her fist. her palms were a ghostly white. white enough that it looked like the blood had already been drained.
her knees began to shake uncontrollably. she feared she might fall and pierce her heart. that wasn't what she wanted.
she sank to the floor and rested her head against the wall, letting both her hands slip to her sides. she closed her eyes.
she let her mind wander through her memories...her mother's and father's funeral...her first kiss...jake...steph...the rest of her best friends...her sister dying...her rape...thomas... dear dear thomas... how she would miss him... her mind then rested on kylie, that evil lying slut of a "friend" who had tried so hard to take every boyfriend she'd ever had... ruin every ounce of happiness she ever obtained.
but thomas had been different... he hadn't fallen for her charm, her advances. he was the only good thing left in her life. steph was, of course her best friend, but she didn't make her feel anywhere near the way that thomas did. she'd never felt so much for one person. but even he couldn't numb the pain of everything else in her life.
More tears flowed down Lisa's cheeks. she knew that if she thought it over too long, things would get even worse. she took a deep breath and pushed thomas out ofher mind. she couldn't let him keep her here to be miserable... no matter how terribly she would miss him.
leaning there against the wall, lisa brought the knife up to her left wrist once again, and closed her eyes. she ran the blade over it several times, each time pressing harder than the last.
finally she felt the sting she had been waiting for. she felt the sinking feeling she so admired. she opened her eyes. blood was pouring down her arm. she was completely numb to the pain. she smiled.
i'm coming mom... dad...i'm on my way.
she switched the knife from her right hand to her left and made the same motions on her right wrist. that time when the blade broke the skin, Lisa felt the pain. the knife dropped from her hand. she looked at the blood. what had she done? WHAT HAD SHE DONE?
she began to feel lightheaded
no... she thought... no. i'm sorry
tears fell from her eyes mixing with the blood on the floor.
NO. I DIDN'T MEAN IT!
she crawled forward, pulling herself through her own blood, creeping towards the door, following the blood. her vision blurred. she collapsed.
she sobbed to herself no... no... no...
but she knew she couldn't change anything at this point. she rested her head on the floor and covered her face with her bloody hands.
baby mine... don't you cry... baby mine... dry your eyes... rest your head close to my heart... never to part... baby of mine.
she opened her eyes one last time to see the flame of her last burning candle flicker, and go out. she closed her eyes to block the outer darkness.. as the inner darkness took over... consuming her...