BLACK

CHAPTER 12

I walked passed him with my head bowed and my hands folded over one another in front of me. I heard him softly closing his door with a sigh , and I stopped walking when I was in the middle of his room. I looked up and was awestruck. His room was absolutely beautiful.

He had a huge bed that was placed on a platform that was two steps high. The bathroom was on my left side where the bed was on my right. The bathroom door was made of this solid black wood that looked like it cost a fortune. He had a desk by the large window that was covered in multiple papers , a laptop and a few pens here and there. In front of his bed he had a big flat screen television that had a surround sound system under it with huge speakers. On the left side of the system there was a shelf full of music. CD's , DVD's and tapes. In the corner of his room there was a black leather sofa with a lamp beside it and a pile of books on the ground and another shelf full of books beside it. In the other corner there were two guitars neatly placed on guitar standers. He had a black acoustic guitar and a white electric guitar.

He had a walk-in closet also that seemed huge. And his room was painted this dark grey colour that definitely made it scream out " Blaine Black". In fact , his hole room was shadings of grey's black's and white's . It was extremely elegant and organized. Except his desk. It really showed his personality. Dark and cold...

I turned around and faced him. He was standing just a few feet away from me and I would really like it if it stayed that way. He was just intensely staring at me. Big fucking shocker.

I can't stay in this room if he's just gong to stare at me.

" Uh , I am just going to head to my room and shower real quick." I said and started walking towards the door , but when I passed him he turned and followed me.

"Blaine I can go by myself. I know where my room is , thank you very much."

" Yeah me to , so I'm coming with you." He flatly stated.

I let out a "pfft" and continued my way to the door. Asshole. I really just don't want to deal with this dweeb. I'm tired , my body hurts and I feel icky. I want to shower and sleep. In my room. Alone.

As I walked down the hall , Blaine followed close behind. Not daring to let me out of his site. HE was really starting to annoy me shitless.

When I entered my room I went straight to my closet and gathered some clothes to sleep in. When I came out he was just standing there in the middle of my room. He was really being weird , so I placed my clothes down on my bed and turned to face him. With my hands on  my hips I stared back at him.

" Okay , we found my room. You can go now."

He stared blankly at me. Not seeming to take notice of my presence. Prick.

With a sigh I went to my bathroom and closed the door behind me and began to strip naked. I threw my dirty clothes in the laundry basket and walked to the shower. When I passed the mirror I stopped and turned. The bruise on my hip really didn't look to good. And it hurt like a mother-effer.

The pain began to numb down when the warm water hit my skin. This was all I needed right now. JUst time to be alone and think of some stuff....

" I was in agony. My body was on fire with just pure pain. After a while I just stopped screaming for him to stop , because I knew my screams of agony made him feel pure bliss. Powerful.

At that moment I was ready to just die. Nothing mattered anymore. I was tired and hopeless and I wished all of that would just end. Being beaten to death isn't a peaceful way to die but at that moment it was a good way to go for me.

The pain was getting so bad that black dots started to cross my eyes and my breathing got slower. My body just wanted to shut down and that time I wasn't fighting to stay awake anymore. I just laid there and waited to be consumed in the darkest of blacks. I felt numb , and worst of all I liked it.

When he noticed what was happening he stopped with his aggression and fell to his knees beside me. He lifted my head and placed it in his lap , staring down on me with tears in his eyes. I remember every pathetic word he uttered . HE said that he was sorry and that he would never forgive himself for what he has done to me. He promised that he would get better for me and start to take care of me like I should be taken care of. I remember every word , and every word was just laced with utter bullshit. He promised all those things before , that he would change. But he didn't . The only thing that changed was him getting better in lying.

After what seemed like a century with him just pissing with empty words the paramedics busted through the door and rushed over to me. I was lying there helpless just listening. Listening to every lie that bastard told them. Every single sentence was a lie and they believed him. It was excruciating that I couldn't tell them the truth. About everything that he has done to me. I wanted to tell them so bad but my body just didn't have the strength to do anything but lay there like a rotting corpse with the killer only a couple of feet away.

I was taken to the hospital and they checked on me. I had two broken ribs , a wrist and I was badly bruised. Everywhere! I had cuts and scratches on my face , arms , back and legs. He finally succeeded to break me beyond repair.

I hated him! '

I still do.

I turned the water off and stepped out carefully to not slip and bruise my other hip as well. I grabbed the towel from the railing and wrapped it around my body. I made my way to the mirror and remembered something. I remembered something that I forgot. My clothes.

Shit balls!

   " Okay Mills. Just ask Blaine to hand you your clothes. No biggie."

I walked over to the door and quietly opened it and peaked around it. Blaine was on my bed on his back with his one arm on his chest and the other at his side with his head to the side. His eyes were closed and he was breathing peacefully. He was sleeping.

" Blaine?"

I didn't get a response so I stepped out of the bathroom to just silently snatch my clothes from the bed and get dressed in another room where there isn't a Satan sleeping my bed.

When I approached him I saw something. He was so fucking hot when he slept. It was the only time he didn't seem like a dick , but he still had that Blaine look. That professional look. He was just so fucking sexy I was actually thinking of molesting him in his sleep. ....Then I realized another thing. Blaine the bad fell asleep on my clothes. That's just fucking peachy now , isn't it?

I'm not getting another pair of pj's! It took me forever to just find the PJ section so this bitch has to move!

When I stared down at him again I realized it isn't that smart to wake him so I would do it another way.

I grabbed the piece of my shirt that was sticking out from under his hot ass body firmly in my hand and pulled. It didn't budge so I pulled a little harder. I kept pulling harder and harder until a shredding sound rung throughout my room and I fell backwards. I landed right on my back with half of what used to be my shirt in my hands.

Blaine shot up from bed and immediately started to investigate the scene. His eyes shot down on me and they widened. I was still a little confused but then I saw his hand moving from his side to his lap and covered his crotch. And then I felt a cold breeze and it all fell into place.

When I fell my towel came undone and perfectly fell around me exposing my body. I practically laid completely naked in front of Blaine. 

I jumped up and pulled my towel around me and ran to my closet slamming the door behind me. When I was there I pushed my back against the door and slid down , with my knees pulled to my chest and my head on my knees. Why?

Why am I so turned on right now?

Fuck you Blaine!

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