Angel had cried her self to sleep, waking up with a splitting headache she drew herself from her bed like a log of wood and staggered into the bathroom.

She removed her clothes and closed her eyes to breathe but she couldn't, she coughed at her disability and with that she met her self.

She stood still in front of the huge mirror that hung at the side of her bathroom. Each time she sees herself in that mirror she regretted buying it, but she couldn't remove it, she was never willingly too. She looked at her unkempt hair that had loosen half way probably from her struggles with her best friend, or from struggling to fight off the monster that kept tormenting her dreams.

Her eyes trailed down to her pointed full breasts, then her eyes met the scars, the hand prints that had become one with her. It was huge and her fair skin displayed the black print. She was tainted. She looked at her stomach, flat quiet alright but her eyes lingered at the kick marks that patched every corner likes traces on the world map .

Clothes do cover a lot.

She made an emotionless laugh and titled her head backward to keep her eyes from the starring competition she had with her reflection. She didn't want to look further, she had other days to complete the deal with her tainted soul.

She scooped water from the bucket in front of her and poured the cold member on her skin, as if to wash off some of the pain or dirt and maybe some of the memories that had refreshed in her mind.

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"Stop please" I shut my eyes refusing to look at the face of the man I loved, the man that promised to protect me. I couldn't bare to look at his eyes, they were not calm or sweet or tender, they were filled with fire, consuming and emanating from his skin as his warm bare clinched to my barely twelve years old body.

"please I need to do this. Please" He awfully voice still lingers in my mind, like a siren. He tore my favorite top, the buttons I had sewed in her self, flew up into the air, landing on the floor, I had been so proud of that top, I sewed it myself, but now it was pieces, it starred at me, giving me more strength to fight the 6'3 man that rubbed his hardened temples on my skin. I fought, I did fight but I was soon weak.
Weak, I was weak. I closed my eyes and I gave in to him.

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Angel tightened her eyes as she scrubbed her body so furiously and she realized the taint would not go away,
She let her tears flow.

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Interrupted from her restless sleep by a gentle knock at her door. She lifted her self from her bed, naked she stood and picked out a light cream gown, her thighs were all out but she didn't give a damn, she slowly moved to the door wishing the person would get the message and just leave. But another knock came through now more efforts were added and it jerked her from her sluggishness. She opened the door.

Chris stood, his lips parted starring at her. He looked from her unkempt hair which made her  more beautiful, down to her shoulders that were bare, showing her almost white skin, down to her boobs and erect nipples that couldn't stop staring at him.

You could stop staring now

But he wouldn't. Tho Angel stood there, hands folded over her chest, still angry perhaps, her nipples still found a way to take a peep at the handsome lad that stood in front of them, welcoming him.

In nanoseconds, his eyes lingered on her exposed laps, fresh and inviting. He shook his head as if to get himself to mother earth. He raised his gaze up to the angry shawtie that stood in front of him ready to pounce on him.

"Good morning" he finally said trying to avoid eye contact, he didn't want to be discouraged, cause the fire in her eyes was not one to be toiled with. Still aware that his details collection of Angel's assets had cause a minor and very dangerous reaction down below, he reached into his pockets and tried hiding his hard erection.

Come on boy, this is really bad timing.

"I don't know how she does this to me, even without trying" he shook his head again and looked at her. She immediately looked away, she didn't want him noticing the smirk on her face. He actually looked funny with his hands in his trousers. She sure knew what was going on

A little amusement for my troubles.

He haven't  heard even a whim from her. He just shoved her aside and walked into the room. The wait was becoming tiring.

"I didn't ask you to come did I?" she thundered and followed him in, shutting the door behind her.

"I know, I was tired of waiting for a 'get out' but none came, so here I am" he freed his hands from his pockets, stretching them in the air. His extension had settled eventually.

"Your not welcomed in my house anymore Chris" She said, she knew she didn't mean that. Chris has always been there for her through her ordeals and victories. With that in mind she continued, hoping he didn't hear her first comment.

"Why on earth would you leave me, in the middle of our celebration, You left me there. And you came here to prank me?" the tension in the room was lightening up little by little. Chris smirked. "and why on earth are you laughing?" she eyed him.

"Look my Angel"

"Don't call me that" she cut him off and pointed a finger at him, it stopped his intended move  to get closer to her.

"OK Angel am sorry. I wanted our celebration to be special. I even bought your favorite drinks" he pointed at the little fringe at a corner, she probably never thought of opening it.

"I never planned for it to turn out the way it did. Am so sorry I ruined it" he eyes actually played out a sense of serious regret. Angel's eyes softened at that moment, their eyes met and their hearts beat together. Chris moved closely, one step at a time, waiting for some restriction or any reaction. Getting none he held her by her waist.

Shivers, goosebumps appeared on Angel's skin. The cutest boy in class was hers at that time. The heat from each body caressed them, their breath in rhythm. Like they had longed to be in each other's arm. Her hands found her way to his board chest, firm and tender.

He stiffened at her touch. The palms of her hands were cold and soft. He looked into her eyes, drinking her in, their eyes in depth in each other.

"Chris" she said with the calmest voice, his touch, his presence, his scent had weakened every fighting bone in her body, she has always wanted him, but she was too shy, too busy to say. He was her best friend and her confidant. She closed her eyes to take in that moment, the warmth from his hands around her waist. It was tender not coerce like His.

I have should noticed, his touch is nothing like the monster.

With her eyes still closed.
"Chris"

"kiss me".

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