Page 18 of Broken Beauty
“Don't worry about it,” my father snaps.
I'm used to his anger. I know what it's like to have to control that anger because I have to do it every day.
“Well I have things to do, so can you leave so that I can head out?” I ask, trying to not sound like a complete asshole toward him.
I walk past him to go back to my room.
“Where are you going?” my father asks, following me.
I look at him and smirk. “Don't worry about it.”
When I walk inside my room I close the door and I hear my apartment door close making me know my father left.
I throw on a black hoodie before grabbing my keys and phone.
The drive to a familiar house is quick. It's pitch black outside because of how late it is but that's perfect for what I am about to do.
I park a few houses down from Ariella's house so she doesn’t hear the roar of the bike.
All of the lights in Ariella's house are turned off except for one which is where her room is. I sneak to the back of her house and put my hood up.
I know where she hides the key to her back door. She told me if I ever wanted to come in her room during the middle of the night to go through the back door. I remember that night so well.
I remember fucking her, making her scream into her pillows. Her legs were shaking while they were on my shoulders and I swear the bite marks on her skin were the most beautiful marks I have ever seen.
I unlock her back door and quietly push it open. I walk through her house with soft steps until I get upstairs outside her door. I hear her mumbling a soft tune.
It's probably something by Coldplay. She fucking loves them.
I slowly open her door and peek through the small crack. She is laying on her stomach facing her window and she has her laptop in front of her.
It looks like she is working on homework.
I can't help but stare at her legs and the way her toes curl. It reminds me of the times I would taste her in the morning and her toes would always curl right before she orgasms. She is so easy to read.
I stand in her doorway and watch her, just admiring the way she looks while she concentrates on her homework.
She is so beautiful that it fucking hurts to look at her.
I hate her father.
I hate her.
I open her door wider and Ariella turns around and I see her eyes are filled with terror.
Eight
Ariella
Present
I see a dark figure as I am looking over Bridgette's notes and I turn my head and see him.
Ash has a dark look in his eyes and the black hood over his head makes him look sinful.
“Ash,” I whisper as he walks closer to the bed and I turn my whole body around so that I am sitting up and facing him. “You aren't supposed to be here.” Ash doesn't say anything, he only walks closer to me and puts his hands on either side of me. My heart is beating so fast that I can feel it thump against my chest, begging to be let out. Ash's lips are a few inches away from my neck and I feel a shiver run through my body. “What are you doing?” I whisper while not moving away from Ash.
His breath on my neck feels good and I can't help but feel the need to close my eyes.
