Page 2 of Treacherous

Unperturbed by my refusal, Ellie slipped her hand under my blankets and fisted my dick. "Are you sure," she purred, gliding her hand up and down my semi-erect shaft. "I can help ebb some of that tension inside you."

My eyes fluttered shut – an involuntary reaction to having my dick rubbed. I knew I should tell Ellie to get the hell out of my room, but I honestly didn’t have the energy to argue with her. I knew that sounded fucked up and sick, but that was the truth.

Instead I gently knocked Ellie's hand aside and rolled out of bed before walking stiffly into the adjoining bathroom and closing the door in her face.

"Wow. Rude much, Noah?" I heard her shout.

Thankfully, when I turned on the shower the noise of the motor drowned out her annoying fucking voice.

Every muscle in my body ached as I stood under the scalding hot water and I had to hold onto the wall to keep my balance. Last night had taken a hell of a lot out of my body. I was pretty sure I'd busted another rib because breathing in stung like a bitch.

Closing my eyes, I tipped my head back, allowing the water to trickle down my face, enjoying the cleansing sensation. With any hope the water would wash away my memories or, better still, my conscience.

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Every inch of my body was aching by the time I made it out of the shower and got dressed.

Pain was coursing through every muscle attached to my spinal cord and I honestly didn’t know how I was staying upright. I felt like jelly. I looked like shit. I was fairly certain I wouldn’t be able to work tonight – hell, I was fairly certain I needed medical attention.

Pushing my pain to the back of my mind, I made my way down the staircase and headed into the kitchen to refuel.

Popping a slice of last night's pizza in my mouth, I grabbed another and headed out back. As soon as I stepped outside I heard the sound of a guitar strumming followed by a female voice singing the lyrics of a song I'd never heard before.

"…I changed my life to make you love me but in the end it doesn’t count..."

"…All the tears you saw me cry and now you're gone without a sound..."

I stood stock-still with a slice of peperoni pizza hanging out of my mouth as I strained to hear her…

"…No more sounds of joy and laughter – just the songs of yesterday…"

"…No more saying babe, I love you because now you're gone away…"

I moved closer to the garden fence, fucking driven by the insane urge to put a face to that voice.

"…And now I wonder just how long it'll take…"

"…For me to say I love you..."

A skinny blonde sat cross-legged and barefoot in the garden next to mine, with a guitar almost the size of her resting on her bare thighs.

Swallowing my last slice of pizza, I leaned against the wall separating our houses and watched her play.

"…To another man, another face, another heart, anotherfake..."

Throwing her head back, her long blonde hair splayed everywhere as she played with her eyes closed, singing at the tops of her lungs. Her fingers were a blur of movement and I was fucking fascinated with her.

"…There was a time I would've fought for you…There was a time I would've ignored your cruel words when I overheard you say I wish I never met her…"

"…Not anymore. Not today. I want more. I deserve better... "

She finished her song and placed the guitar on the grass beside her before lying down with her eyes closed and sighing heavily.

Her blonde wavy hair looked like it hadn’t been brushed in days. The denim cut-offs she had on were worn to a thread and the white t-shirt she wore was at least five times too big for her, tied into a makeshift belly-top with a hair clip.

Her skin looked like ivory silk, she had a cut on her left knee and a bruise on her right elbow and I'd never seen anything so fucking beautiful.

She wasn’t intentionally sexy… she just was.

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