Dark Intimacy: The Beast Within #1 (Original)

Iris is a normal woman whom becomes obsessed with a killer that she moves next to. She begins to get to know him as he truly is. What will she do when she finds out that he's not what she expects? Read and find out :)


~~~Warning: Contains a bit of sexual content, and bad language. ~~~

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3. Chapter 3

Iris's Point of View

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       I looked at him, getting lost in his eyes. I couldn't believe that this man, as incredible as he is, looks this handsome. "Even though you have scars on your face, that shouldn't determine how someone feels about you." I said. "Because what truly and honestly should only matter is your personality, which is the best that I have ever seen in someone." I kissed his cheek. "But you do know that if you wanted to have someone surgically make your face how it was, without the scars, then I would pay for it. I'd do it, and I am serious." I offered, holding his cheek. "If that is what will make you feel better, I'll pay for it, no matter the cost." I promised, seeing his face light up.

       "Really?" He asked, his voice almost trembling. "You would?" He looked at my hands. "I just don't want you to spend all your money on me, because I don't have a job."

       I kissed him again. "I don't care about how much it will be, I said I will do it." I tried to persuade him. "I love you, and I will do anything for you." I smiled, hugging him.

                                                                                                                     

Benjamin's Point of View

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       I couldn't believe that she was being this generous. "Well, where do we go?" I asked, not wanting to go to the hospital for it. The last place I wanted to be is the hospital, because it brought back memories. I leaned back into the chair, thinking about how much pain it will probably be to get surgery over this. I looked at Iris, who was searching through a new phone book.

       She looked at me, "You need a plastic surgeon in order to do this." She dialed a number and waited for it to ring. She answered. "Hello, I need to know how much it would be to remove scars on my boyfriends face." She waited a second. "Oh okay, so just go there?" She was a little confused. "Okay." Her face lit up, and she hung up the phone, looking at me with a smile. "Okay, we need to go there now, and in order for them to figure out how much it will be, they will have to examine you. Is that okay?" She was weary about the situation.

       I looked up at her. "Yea, that's fine." I got up, picking her up by her waist. "As long as I don't die in this, then it will be okay." I smiled, reassuring her that I was okay. On the inside I was terrified. I didn't want to possibly damage my face even more, but it was a risk I would be willing to make. I heard her softly yelp in surprise. I carried her into the dining room, setting her down gently in the chair. "Here." I walked over and picked up her boots, handing them to her. I slipped my shoes on and waited for her to be done. I stood there, watching her pick up her jacket and put it on. It was just a plain black hoodie with a white zipper. I smiled as she walked over to me, grabbing my hand and I opened the door for her. I let her walk outside first and closed my front door behind us. We walked over to her car, which was a 1967 maroon colored, Ford Mustang. The interior was black leather and the outside was metallic. I instantly fell in love with her car, although I could safely assume that she had spent a great sum of money on gas, and custom making that car. She had neon blue lights underneath the car and blue headlights. She walked over to the drivers side and sat down in the seat. I walked over to the passenger's side and hopped in. She already stunned me, but her having this car was perfect. I looked at her, wondering why she wasted her time with someone who didn't have a job anymore, had an expired license, didn't have a car, and didn't have any money?

       She looked at me for a second before turning the car on. "I will just let you know now that I have work in about a week, and I just wanted to tell you ahead of time." Her voice was so sweet, so perfect.

       I fell even more in love with her with each passing minute. I didn't want her to leave me, but she did say she had work. Which, I respected that. She needed money, and I wasn't going to mess with that. "That's fine." I smiled, trying to lighten my mood.

       She put on her seat belt, as did I, and put the car in reverse. She drove around 25 mph until she got to the mailboxes. She stopped completely, looked both ways, then turned left, speeding a little then slowing down to the correct speed. "So, Benjie." She smiled. "Do you have a license?"

       It was the question I didn't want her to ask. It had been four years since my license expired. I couldn't pay for insurance on my car, so I sold my car and forgot all about my license until today. "Well, I did. But then it expired and I couldn't pay for my car and the insurance. So I sold it and forgot about it all." I honestly stated, rethinking everything. I didn't want to seem like a total loser to her. I didn't want to seem like a dead-beat person. I just couldn't work anymore with my face looking like this. Everyone makes fun of me, except her. She was the only one that truly cared, truly loves me for me. I could confide in her for anything and everything.

      I sat there quietly, looking out the window. What was wrong with me today? I felt off in a way, but I didn't want Iris to notice. She was my life, and I didn't want to bring her down in any way.

       She glanced at me for a second with a worried look on her face. "I love you, Benjamin. If you need anything, I will get it for you. If you want to renew your license, I will help you out. And if you need a car, you can use mine, or I can buy you one." She was so generous, it hurt.

       I didn't want her to give everything away, but she offered. I could not accept though. She was already doing everything for me. I didn't want to seem as if I am only into her because of what she gives me. "That is a nice gesture, but I cannot accept it." I said honestly. "I don't want to take you for granted, or use you. I would rather avoid that happening at all, so I cannot accept the offer. But I appreciate the offer." I sighed, not wanting to hurt her. "I feel different today." I sighed once again.

       "Why?" She pulled into a parking lot and parked into the nearest empty space, putting the car in park and sitting there. She turned off the car, waiting for me to explain.

       "I don't know. It's like I feel like..... Off in a way. Like I am not myself. I feel like I am changing." I looked into her eyes. "Am I changing?"

       She sighed, grabbing my hands and sitting to where she was facing me. "If you are changing, then I assume it is for the better. If you are uncomfortable about going to get the scars removed then it is normal. I don't mind either way. I accept you no matter what you do, say, or how you feel. Everything that you feel, say, and do, is what makes you different from the rest. In my opinion," She pecked me on the lips. "Different is good." Her smile was what I really needed.

       The way she looked at me, made me realize that she was all I ever needed. She loved me like no other, kissed me like it was her last, hugged me as tight as ever each time. She was perfect to me, and I was lucky enough to be hers. She was what made me me. I smiled, looking at her. "You are perfect, you know that?" I kissed her on the lips. She let her arms wrap around my neck as we sat there, kissing for at least ten minutes.

       She stopped me, letting her arms reach down to my chest. "I love you, all of you. I love being close to you, and I wouldn't want it any other way." Her voice echoed in my ears.

       "That is very sweet of you, Iris." I smiled, kissing her temple. "We should probably go inside, because I want to get this over with." I sighed, kissing her lips, and opening the door.

       I stepped out of the car and walked over to the driver's side, opening the door for Iris and holding her hand. I shut the door for her and let her walk in front of me, guiding me into the doctors office, where only a couple doctors specialized in plastic surgery. Iris knew what she was doing, obviously. She opened the front door, still holding my hand firmly.

       "Well, they're open until 6 pm, so we're good." She smiled back at me, then guided me into the office, stopping at the front desk. I got lost in her, looking at her perfectly thick lips. It was the way she looked at me that always seemed to amaze me. She was so elegant when she walked; her tippy toes touched the ground first before her heals. The way she kissed me was oh so perfect; her tongue gracefully gliding across mine, making me want her more. She would hug me tightly like there was no tomorrow. My thoughts had engulfed me into the clouds, not realizing that Iris was trying to get my attention, until she started poking my sides. I blinked a few times, looking down at her with a confused look on my face. "Yes?" I saw the confusion in her eyes turn into complete bliss.

       "Come," She ordered in a kind manner, pulling my hand along with her to sit down.

       I did as she wanted, sitting down in the chair to her left. "What is it?" I asked, rubbing my thumb across her palm. I could listen to her babble on all day, and not get tired or bored. I smiled at that thought.

       "Well, I talked to the lady over there." She pointed to the front desk. "She told me that it would cost a few thousand at the least, but it is okay." She held my cheek with her free hand. "I will do it all for you." She smiled, kissing my lips softly. "Now we have to wait for a doctor to call us back there.." She whispered, noticing that there were a few people just staring at us.

       I looked up and noticed that they would not stop staring at me. "Do you have a problem?" I tightened my grip on Iris's hand. My muscles were tensing up and my temper was already flaring. They still did not say a word, just sitting there, still staring at me.

       Iris started rubbing my back, "Honey, they're just trying to annoy you. Don't think too much about it, babe." She still continued rubbing my back.

       I saw a doctor open the door, and call out, "Benjamin O'Connor?" He repeated my name as I stood up, holding my hand out. Iris walked with me over to the doctor, who led us back, into the hallway and into an empty room. "Your plastic surgeon will be with you two shortly." He nodded his head as he closed the door behind him. I looked over at Iris; sitting in the chair beside the bed that I was going to sit on. She was looking at me, smiling kindly. I smiled back at her, examining the bed afterwards. There was thin white paper on the bed. I decided that I should sit down on it. I heard the crunch of the paper as I sat silently on the bed, looking over at Iris.

       "Hopefully this won't hurt much." I sighed. "But I'd rather do it today and get it over with, than to delay it for weeks." I stated. I held my hands together, pondering in my head whether I was doing the right thing or not. I needed to get a job, so that means for me to look normal, get a different lifestyle, and be happy. I can't kill anymore, no matter what. I cannot resort to that kind of behavior, I told myself.

       Iris put her hand on my thigh. "I love you, and I will be here for you through it all. No matter what they say." She promised.

       I smiled, grabbing her hand and kissing it softly on the palm. "Okay." I smiled even bigger.

       Then someone opened the door, looking into the room. "Is this the room with Benjamin O'Connor?" A male asked, opening the door even wider.

       I nodded at him, motioning for him to come inside. "Yes, I'm Benjamin."

       The doctor walked inside, shutting the door behind him, sitting down in the spinning chair that was nicely pushed under the desk. He scooted in front of me, looking from the paper to my face. "I am a certified plastic surgeon from Boston, Massachusetts. And I am Dr. Kelso. So, you need a plastic surgeon? For fixing your face?" He asked me, raising his eyebrows.

       "Yes. I was preferring to get it done today, since I need to get this done and over with." I stated honestly. I was so nervous, my fingers wouldn't stop shaking.

       Iris sat there, watching me intently. She had a worried look in her eyes, but her face said otherwise. She wanted me to be okay, but inside, I was deeply afraid.

       "Well I need to take a look closer at your scars." He said, scooted closely towards me. He silently examined my scars, making sure to look intently at each one. He sat back into his chair, writing something down in my file. "Well, it seems to me that these scars will not be hard to fix. We can do that today, if you want. It will cost about $3,960.00 but we have three different payment plans that you can choose from." He didn't look up from my file.

       "Well, you can just send him into the room where you get the surgery started, and I will pay for it all upfront. But." Iris hesitated.

       The doctor looked up at her, waiting for her to say what she was wanting to say. "Yes?" He asked.

       "Well after I pay for it upfront, can I stand next to Benjamin, to make sure that he will do okay?" She asked, standing up and holding my hand. She squeezed it tightly.

       The doctor smiled. "Of course, but only after we get started, as in about ten minutes afterwards. Then you can stay for the rest of the time." He promised, standing up and looking at me. "So are you ready?" He asked me.

       I stood up, nodding. "As ready as I'll ever be." I half smiled, leaning over to Iris and kissing her softly. "I will be okay, you go pay it off." I reassured her. God, I loved her. She just worries like I do. Her and I do the same thing, over think and worry too much about things that we shouldn't be worrying about. I looked up at the doctor, smiling, and following him as he walked out of the room. I glanced at Iris, who was walking up to the front desk to talk to the office lady about payment options. I looked forward again, focusing on where I was walking, behind the doctor. He led me into the emergency doors, allowing me to follow him until he motioned for me to go in the room first. He walked in behind me, yelling a couple names before a couple more people joined. I sat down on the only bed in the room.

       "Well you need to lay down. We will be putting you to sleep, with sleeping gas, and it won't be too high of a dose. But before we do that, we need to numb your face." Dr. Kelso said, holding a few needles in his hand. "Here we go. Breathe out through your nose. Don't inhale until it is done." He ordered.

       I laid there, closing my eyes. I didn't want to feel the needles, even though they were doing nothing but good; numbing my face. I felt a few small pinches in both my cheeks and my forehead. I tried not to think too much, not to move a muscle in my face. I didn't want to mess anything up. I felt something wrap around my head. I instantly opened my eyes, noticing that they were trying to put me to sleep. I didn't mind. If I couldn't feel it, then it wouldn't bother me. I closed my eyes again, putting my trust in these doctors. I felt my eyes beginning to rest. My mind stopped wandering, and I drifted off to sleep.


 

Iris's Point of View

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       I looked around after talking to the woman at the front desk. I wanted to find Benjamin and make sure that he was okay. I frantically ran around the place, in search for someone that knew where Benjamin was. I saw no one that looked familiar. I ran back over to the woman that I spoke to about payment options and she looked up at me, wondering what was wrong. I cleared my throat for a second. "I need to find the room that Benjamin O'Connor is in." I tried to speak clearly, but it all came out fast.

       She nodded at me, "He is in room 409. That way." She pointed towards the hallway to my right. "That way," She repeated as if I didn't hear her before.

       I nodded and began walking in that direction a little too fast. I looked at the doors, reading 402, 403.... I ran down the hallway, finally finding room 409. I knocked on the door, since it wasn't opened. I waited for a second, until the door opened.

       It was the same male doctor that took him back as I was paying it off early. I looked up at him, noticing that they were in the middle of the operation. "Can I come in?" I asked, awaiting for his answer.

       "Well, come on in." His voice was muffled because of the mask he wore. He opened the door wide enough to where I could walk in. He closed the door behind me, walking over to Benjamin. He stood to his left, still working on the operation. "Well we are about halfway done with it, and he is asleep, because of the sleeping gas." The doctor informed me.

       "Okay." I walked over to the seat that was to Benjamin's left, and sat down. I watched and waited, hoping that he would love the way he looked after this whole operation. I leaned back into the chair, sighing. They were using lasers to help his face regain a natural look. I understood why he felt so ashamed of himself, due to the way people treated him. I just wished that he was more confident. He was the breath that I breathe, the blood in my veins. He was my everything, and I knew that I was his. I leaned over to the edge of the bed, where the doctors weren't at. I decided to scoot my chair over to the wall, right beside Benjamin's bed. I held his hand tightly, knowing that Benjamin would feel a lot better after this. I knew that he would get a job soon after, but then again, I didn't want him to change this dramatically, this fast. I still wanted him to be himself, and that was my worst fear; him changing forever. He was a kind person, just misunderstood by everyone that he used to know. Everyone is so quick to judge him, quick to assume that he is a drug dealer, always doped up on drugs, or a cold-blooded killer. In all honesty, I understood why he killed, why he felt the way he did. No one took him seriously because of his scars, which I thought was wrong in every way. How could people not listen to someone that only longed for love and acceptance? It was rude and immature for everyone else to do that. I looked up, realizing that I was crying, looking at Benjamin. He looked perfect. The doctors were rubbing some sort of cream on his face, then they looked over at me.

       "It is done. He will be waking up shortly." The doctor took off his mask and threw his gloves away. He rolled the cart out of the room, and the rest of the doctors followed.

       It was only me and Benjamin in the room now. I held his hand, gently caressing his wrist. They took blood from him. Probably just making sure that he was okay. I shrugged my shoulders. I looked at his face. He was a gorgeous man, well even with the scars, he was. But his scars showed his true self. I didn't mind the scars, but if this was what made him happy, then it's okay. As long as he was okay, I was okay. He meant more to me than anyone else ever has. No one could take him away from me. He looked so peaceful when he slept; the mask was off of him, and he was bound to wake up sometime soon. I smiled, letting the tears fall. "I love you." I whispered in a hoarse voice. "I'm not leaving you, ever." I promised, realizing that he probably wouldn't be able to hear me.

       A small smile appeared on his face as his eyes opened, looking directly at me. "I love you too, beautiful." He sat up, groaning a little. "My face is starting to hurt a little, but it's okay." He squeezed my hand. "Do I look okay?" He managed to lean over and kiss my cheek.

       I smiled. "Of course you do. You always look gorgeous." I smiled wide, still crying. I couldn't help it. He was happier than ever, and it made me happy just knowing it.

       He looked at me, gently wiping my tears away. "You are too beautiful to cry." The way he smiled made me laugh. He was a total dork, but he was someone that I couldn't live without. He leaned over, letting his feet touch the ground. He pulled me, by my wrists, close to him. He whispered in my ear, "Let's go." He smiled again. He stood up, pulling the needles out of him, pulling the heart monitors off of him. He turned off the monitor, and slipped on his shoes. "You already paid it all off, right?" He looked at me, wrapping his arm around my waist.

       I looked up at him, still stunned that he had this much energy. "Yes, I paid it all off." I kissed his cheek.

       "Okay, well let's go." He pulled me gently over to the door, opening it and letting me walk out first. He didn't bother to close the door after he walked out. He just walked along with me, with the biggest, happiest smile on his face. He was happier than I had ever seen him. He laughed a little after we walked out the front door.

       I pulled out my car keys and walked over to the drivers side of the car. I unlocked the car and hopped in, immediately starting the car. I let the engine roar for a few seconds, smiling. I was unbelievably happy. I turned down the radio and put on my seat belt. I looked over at Benjamin who was looking at himself in the mirror, touching his face. I smiled.

       "I cannot believe that my face looks just like it did years ago." He smiled, still touching his face.

 

Benjamin's Point of View

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       I sat there, trying not to touch my face. But it was like a new haircut, when people can't help but to keep touching their hair. I loved the way I looked, it was a new me. I looked over at Iris, who was smiling. Why did she turn down the music? It was a good song; Sick Like Me by In This Moment. I loved this song anyways. Maybe she didn't? I assumed she was just wanting some silence. I pushed the mirror up and leaned back into the seat. I noticed that Iris wasn't going the right way home. "Is this a different way to go home?" I asked, with a confused face. I trusted her though.

       She looked at me. "It's a surprise. The only thing is, I get to pay for all of it." She leaned over and kissed me on the lips as she stopped at a red light. "I want to give you a treat."

       Her voice made me want to keep kissing her. She was my drug, my addiction. She was all I ever needed in life. "Well, lead the way, gorgeous." I felt like a new man, a new person. Although, my love for her has not changed, not one bit. I sat there, looking out the windshield. I started noticing that I needed a haircut, because it had been years since I have got it trimmed up. It was a beautiful night, the sun was just setting. The sun was shining perfectly on Iris's hair, making it seem like a violet color. Her eyes were squinted, but she was still so beautiful. I looked at her; her eyes sparkling. I didn't want her to lose focus on the road, so I just sat there, looking at her in amazement. She was sitting up straight, looking and waiting patiently for the light to turn green.

       She sped on immediately after the light turned green. She turned to the right and parked the car in an empty spot. She turned off the car, grabbing her visa card, her jacket, and her keys. She left her phone in the car, but I couldn't figure out why. She seemed to be someone who loved her phone. I shrugged it off, it didn't bother me. She looked at me, smiling. "Let's go, gorgeous." It flowed from her lips so smoothly.

       I laughed for a second, shaking my head. "I love you." Was all that I could figure out how to say. My mouth seemed to only know how to say those three words, but none other. It amazed me how one person could make me realize that I wasn't such a bad person, and allow me to be myself. She loves me for me. I walked over to her, watching her as she shoved her visa into her jacket pocket. She was so cute when she was rushing. She grabbed my hand and led me to the door. "Where are we?" I asked. "I've never really been out before." I confessed, feeling a little embarrassed to even say it, especially to her.

       "Well, you deserve to get out and have fun." She turned around, walking backwards in front of me. "You can't stay cooped up in that house for years and not do anything else." She smiled, pulling my wrists, making me walk faster.

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