I Hate The Ending Myself, But It Started With An Alright Scene

Chapter 8: House of Wolves

○Tell me I'm an angel○

{Bandit's P.O.V}
I woke up to a small noise in my room. The window slid down and crashed a little as it hit the bottom of the frame.

I pushed my self off the bed and noticed a peice of paper on the pillow next to  mine. So, as anyone would, I picked it up and read it.

Hope you slept well Babe,
Sorry I had to go, my dad called and wanted me home but I'll come pick you up for our dinner at 6 so be ready.
Give me your lips and with one kiss we begin - I'm lost without you (but you already knew that!)
Love you loads
Asher xoxo

My lips curled up into a smile as he quoted one of my favourite songs by our favourite band. He took me to a Blink concert when they came to New Jersey. It was our third date and it was the first time we kissed just as that song ended. Time seemed to stop and so did the noise around us, or at least it did in our heads. It was just me and him. It was so passionate, weak and simple at first but strong and rough the longer it progressed.

I took the note and sat down on the bare floor by my bed as I pulled a little box from beneath it and dragged it toward me, opening it up and putting the note inside then push it back.

I decided it would be a good idea to go out for a run, besides I'd got three and a half hours before Ash came to get me.

I got changed into some better running gear and headed out the front door with no question from dad, typical.

I ran around the block then to the park down the street. Everything was becoming a little blurry which I know wasn't good but I had to keep running , I had to loose the weight.

I got home at 4:15 and went straight to my room like normal. I lay on the floor and did about 30 crunches followed by 20 sit ups a day then 20 push ups.

4:30 : shower.

4:50 : dry hair and curl it. Not ringlets, just some waves that I did with my straighteners, curling my hair around them.

5:00 : get dressed.

I walked over to my wardrobe with a fluffy black towel wrapped around my disgusting body to choose what to wear.

I picked out some plain black flats, good starting point -they go with anything, right? I then chose out a new dress I'd got last time I went shopping with Christa.

It was a light cotton, creme coloured and crinkled slightly but that was how it was supposed to be. The sleeves fell at the tops of my arms just past my shoulders and we're slightly puffed as they gathered about an inch below. It had a brown leather corset styled top with a single set of buckles either side then the bottom kind of feathers out with the same fabric as the sleeves.

(A/N : similar sort of dress at the top. But the bottom bit is creme not brown and there's matching sleeves. Sort of like a puffy pirate shirt if you get my drift)

After I put the dress on, I figured the flats didn't quite work so I raided my wardrobe for a pair of brown boots that went just below my knees that worked much better. They had a small heel on the bottoms which made me a few inches taller which felt nice.

The clock beside my bed read 5:15 which means I had 45 minutes before Asher came.

I sat at my desk and put on a bit of make-up. I put some concealer around my eyes to hide the dark bags that rest beneath them and a bit over some blemishes and then just enough to hide away the bruising on my cheek. It still looked bad if not worse since the bruising had properly come out and it hurt like hell. I blended it all in and skipped the foundation. I put on a bit of powder over the top and started on my eyes. A layer of pencil eyeliner on my waterline followed by brown, smokey eyeshadow then with a heavy line of black gel liner on my lid. Then onto my eyelashes, of which I just gave a quick lick of mascara.