The Devil Inside.

Chapter Eleven.

Sorry this chapter sucks. I'm getting a case of writer blocks -.- hope you still enjoy.

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"James..."
Blaire breathes as if she hadn't done it in forever. She gripped the black phone. "I need he-" but she was caught off by...Moaning? She listened carefully. "Jamesssss, come back to beddd..." The girl moaned. "I'm so lonely...."
Blaire's eyes filled with tears, finding it hard to breathe, her heart aching like it was just ripped out of her chest. There was silence, he didn't talk. So she broke it. "SCREW YOU, BASTARD!!!" She screams - sobs in the phone before slamming it back on the hook. Ending the line. She leans against the phone booth's closed glass door, tears pouring down her soft tan face quickly like a waterfall as she slid down to the floor. She couldn't believe she felt guilty when her and Andrew did it. Well in the mean-time, he was already betraying her. Oh and she was betrayed. hurt and broken.
Andrew saw her from where he stood in the shadows, his face softening as he made his way towards the booth. He tapped on it gently, making her jump. She lifted her head, exposing her tear stained - never lasting tears falling from her face. Andrew looked at her, not showing any sign of hurting her.
Blaire watched him, shaking badly as her arms were around her legs. She bowed her head again, her hair covering her beautiful face. He opened the glass door and picked her up bridal style, craddling her like a baby. Soothing her with humming as he walked to the hotel they were staying at. Blaire instantly calmed down but the tears didn't stop. When they entered their hotel room. She lifted her head, cupping the back of his neck and before he could become confused or ask her what she was doing. Her red plump lips crashed over his pale but still so soft lips. Andrew stood, in shock. He pulled away and looked at her. "Blaire..." He whispers. She looked up at him with her big brown eyes. "Isn't this what you want? I know you want it." She kissed him again, rougher, more urgent and impatiently. He pulled away from her once again, turning his head. "I do...But, you're hurting..." Blaire sobs. "Please. I need this right now. Please Andrew." It's not that she was a slut. She just needed to get her mind off of James. She needed to feel better. And Andrew was her only exception. "Please..." Her fingers dig into his back neck, trying to get him too look at her. Anything. After a few seconds. She was yelping as in a flash he threw her on the bed and was hovering over her. "If you want me to stop.." He pauses, studying her features. She blinked, still in shock but able to hear him. "Tell me." He finished and crashed his lips over hers. She kissed back deeply. Their lips moved in perfect union. After making out for a few minutes, she tilted her head back as he kissed down her neck. She was chewing her bottom lip, enjoying it. He found her sweet-spot and left little kisses around it before locking his lips around her skin securely. Her eyes fluttered closed as he sucked on it softly.