Asleep, chapter 45
When the whispered "See ya" reached him,
he let himself fall backwards onto the bed,
remaining there;
panting from all the strength he had put into this,
from all the hatred he had felt for her right then,
and from all the power it had given him over her.
Like the way he had forced their kisses to last so long
that she nearly suffocated under his lips.
Or the way he had made her gasp and pull him closer.
The way he had made her bite her lip in a rush of ecstasy
so she wouldn't scream under his touch.
This time she had been his;
and not the other way around.
She had been only his for that moment,
and she had been melting under his touch.
He stared at the ceiling,
his thoughts still on what had happened.
Why had she even been here?
Oh, yeah, that song.
The song that she had written
and that hadn't been appreachiated,
even if she sang it with all her heart and it meant a lot to her.
He frowned.
It all seemed to repeat itself again.
She would come to him when she wanted a quick fuck.
He would give in, knowing it wasn't right.
She would leave him without another word.
He would be downcast.
She would be in school, neglecting him.
He would feel dirty and cheap.
Yet again he could feel the shame coming up again.
Why did he always do this if he knew he would feel like that after it?
He sighed and peered over at the aspirin on the shelf,
taking it as it came into his sight.
It was hell's circle.
He downed the aspirin.
It hadn't worked the alst few times he had taken it, though,
so he was not really expecting any effects.
He really needed something more effective anyway.
"Billie?"
He sat up, startled as hell,
and his eyes widened.
Why the hell did she come back?
"I came back to.... tell you...
If you.... hear the others talking about me..
Don't believe what they are saying.."
She paused and then looked at him,
more intense than before.
"Headache?"
She asked,
though she seemed to know it wasn't the headache
which made him take pills.
Billie nodded.
If she believed it or not wasn't his problem, really.
It was none of her business anyway.
She gave him another sad look,
like the one she had worn when she had come in before,
and then turned to leave again.
"Wait! Do you meant what you said?"
It was a soundless question on his lips
he didn't dare asking.
he let himself fall backwards onto the bed,
remaining there;
panting from all the strength he had put into this,
from all the hatred he had felt for her right then,
and from all the power it had given him over her.
Like the way he had forced their kisses to last so long
that she nearly suffocated under his lips.
Or the way he had made her gasp and pull him closer.
The way he had made her bite her lip in a rush of ecstasy
so she wouldn't scream under his touch.
This time she had been his;
and not the other way around.
She had been only his for that moment,
and she had been melting under his touch.
He stared at the ceiling,
his thoughts still on what had happened.
Why had she even been here?
Oh, yeah, that song.
The song that she had written
and that hadn't been appreachiated,
even if she sang it with all her heart and it meant a lot to her.
He frowned.
It all seemed to repeat itself again.
She would come to him when she wanted a quick fuck.
He would give in, knowing it wasn't right.
She would leave him without another word.
He would be downcast.
She would be in school, neglecting him.
He would feel dirty and cheap.
Yet again he could feel the shame coming up again.
Why did he always do this if he knew he would feel like that after it?
He sighed and peered over at the aspirin on the shelf,
taking it as it came into his sight.
It was hell's circle.
He downed the aspirin.
It hadn't worked the alst few times he had taken it, though,
so he was not really expecting any effects.
He really needed something more effective anyway.
"Billie?"
He sat up, startled as hell,
and his eyes widened.
Why the hell did she come back?
"I came back to.... tell you...
If you.... hear the others talking about me..
Don't believe what they are saying.."
She paused and then looked at him,
more intense than before.
"Headache?"
She asked,
though she seemed to know it wasn't the headache
which made him take pills.
Billie nodded.
If she believed it or not wasn't his problem, really.
It was none of her business anyway.
She gave him another sad look,
like the one she had worn when she had come in before,
and then turned to leave again.
"Wait! Do you meant what you said?"
It was a soundless question on his lips
he didn't dare asking.
