I woke before everyone else the next morning, I had to stop myself from turning into a hyper child who's going to Disney world, today was the day I could get away from everything bad that had ever happened to me. I know that you shouldn't run away from your problems but I wasn't really bothered about an ethical argument with myself, I rushed down the stairs and produced breakfast in an hour. Pancakes, cereal, toast and fresh fruit were displayed across the table just as Daniel entered, looking shocked. "Wow you move quick! How long have you been up?"
I shrugged my shoulders, "Maybe an hour. Give or take." He sat down at the table drinking his juice in once long swallow. "Thirsty?" He nodded before digging into the banquet I had served. I heard Paul get up, his heavy footsteps coming down the staircase, but I had a feeling inside me, I wasn't afraid...And it was the best feeling in the world. He looked gruffly at the meal and sat eating it, mouth open, looking like a pig shovelling in food from the trough. I looked at the clock, only an hour and half til he goes to work. This next hour couldn't pass fast enough for me.
I smiled widely at the thought of escaping. Time passed quickly and Paul got up shoving on a pair of shoes and a jacket, mumbling "I'm going to be late for work." before leaving slamming the door behind him. As soon as he left I attacked Daniel with a string of kisses. He reacted by leaving a line of sloppy kisses down my neck, sucking on my sweet spot, giving me the first bruising that didn't hurt. I ran my cold fingers up the back of his flimsy shirt, making figure eights on his lower back.
"We should go.." I mumbled to him quietly, as he nuzzled my neck,
"Where? Upstairs..." He said flirtatiously. I shook my head. He groaned, but walked across the room for his keys,
"Maybe we should leave a note." I suggested,
"And say what? Thanks for beating me up now I'm running away on tour with my best friend turned boyfriend?" He asked raising an eyebrow. I shrugged
"Just saying we could." He slapped his face in disbelief.
"Please just go, it's like torture." I giggled a little before slipping into my shoes and walking towards the door.