Fighter.

An Image, A memory, A fist. Kasey is nineteen and she's a mess. Always in the wrong place at the wrong time, she meets someone that she wishes she never did. She see's things she wishes she never did. But, although violent and a little frightening her relationship with Luke is passionate, sexy and the best mistake of her life.

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4. I Wanted To Shout...I Wanted To Scream.

It had been around 30 minutes and I was still sat on the cold laminate floor sobbing continuously into my knees like a child.

 

"C'mon...man up…" I whispered trying to encourage myself. After a bit of a panted struggle I managed to wipe my tears from my face and stumbled up from the floor. Dragging myself into the living room I then placed some post that was by the door on the leather sofa that was pushed up against a wall. I sat, staring at the plain wall in front of me for a few moments. I need to have a shower. Something to try and get rid of this horrible feeling. So, I took myself up the staircase, grabbing a towel on the way and entering the bathroom to shower.

 

The heat was relaxing. The droplets of hot water trickling down my soft skin. I took a deep breath covering myself completely under the shower head and mentally reassured myself that everything would be ok. Not that I truly believed that. There was something about the guy that gave me the feeling that he wasn’t going to disappear like I wanted him to. But I tried to push the thoughts to the back of my mind convincing myself that I didn’t need to worry.

 

Once I had finished in the shower I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my damp body. I then sauntered over to the steamy mirror and wiped it with my hand clearing the glass so I could see my reflection. I then took the hairbrush out of the little cabinet beside me and started to attempt to detangle my long thick hair. When my hair was smoothly brushed next I went to grab my clothes off of the bathroom hangers. But they weren't there.

 

"Shit." I cursed myself. I must have left them in the clothes dryer. I let out a groan and then exited the soggy room and began making my way down the stairs. I could still smell the fresh scent of wood from where the new stair case had just been fitted. It looked and smelled amazing and I could feel the black carpet soft under my toes as I walked down the steps. When I got to the bottom I made my way through the hall, still with the towel tightly wrapped around me, and headed for the kitchen. I gently pushed open the kitchen door and walked over to the dryer to pull out my clothes. They were still warm. Standing up straight I then brought the warm clothes to my cheeks embracing the warmth. But before I could finish my action I let out a shriek as someone grabbed my waist roughly and pulled me into them. I was so shocked. The person after spun me around to face them and I was even more shocked to see who it was. An unfortunately familiar blonde haired and well built male stood towering over with a smirk on his face. As I looked up at the intimidating figure I noticed his expressions didn’t seem as fierce as the other times I’d seen him. His eyebrows were relaxed and seemed thinner, eyes were sparkling in the kitchen light, his perfectly chiselled jaw wasn’t tense and the smirk that his plump lips wore seemed friendlier. But, the more I looked at him the more enraged I felt, my stomach dropped as my trembling eyes settled dead to his.

 

"You know...you should lock your door." He stated as he chuckled at my shocked expression. “Anyone could just, walk in.” He carried on taking a glance up and down my body at the towel I was wearing and flicking a switch inside me.

 

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE!?" I yelled at him as I took a step backwards, forcefully pushing him away on his hard stomach. His eyes widened. I don't think he was expecting such a big reaction out of me. 

 

"I told you...I'd see you soon." He chuckled staying calm and flashing his pearly teeth. I wanted to shout, I wanted to scream. But I was so angry I didn't even know what to say. So, I took a deep breath, walked around him and left the room. I didn’t say a word simply making my way back upstairs to my bedroom where I locked the door and got myself dressed. Once I was wearing something other than a towel I took myself over to my bed and dropped myself onto it in a huff. What was I supposed to do? There was an uncontrollable, angry and maybe even possible murderer downstairs...IN MY HOUSE! 

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