A Distinct Lack of Trust
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“You might want to sort your hair out.” She said, taking a long drag of her cigarette. He nodded walking into the bathroom and fixing his hair with some cold water, relishing in the fact that it made him feel slightly more awake. He pulled his tie back around his neck and loosely knotted it, pulling it to the top of his neck. She was pulling on the fishnets tights that he had taken great pleasure in ripping off when he next looked at her; thankfully they were covered by the floor length black dress she had worn that evening.
She walked out of the room quicker than him, walked to the other side of the corridor and used a different elevator; this was her way of ensuring no one knew they had been together. He had gone down a set of stairs and slipped behind the bar, he would stay here for a while surrounded by beautifully drunk girls, girls that he would undoubtedly make out with at least.
He watched as she walked out of the elevator, gracefully and somehow classily sliding herself into her boyfriend’s arms and kissing him hard on the lips. She was still attempting to give the impression that nothing was going on, but he was staring at her again and even the drunk girls were noticing.
She walked over to the bar, ordering a drink from him, she didn’t actually want a drink, she wanted to be near him again, to feel the touch of his hand as it grazed hers. She smiled as their skin connected, feeling a gentle blush grace her cheeks, unfortunately there was no make up to hide it, and he noticed. She drunk slowly from the bottle and he saw marks on her arms, handcuff marks, marks he had made only moments before.
He had been disgusted, however, at the love bites that were all over her body, making him want to curse her boyfriend, who looked hard and tuff enough to beat anyone up, but no one even knew his name, and he knew that kept him safe. But she knew his name, and he knew her name, he must have been the only one here.
She had made him scream it enough times. She looked over at some screaming girls that were waving a piece of stained paper around in the air. He watched her as she raised her eyebrows at him and he couldn’t help but laugh, he covered it well, just not well enough for her not to see it, she took this as her queue to sit down at the bar facing him, he couldn’t help but watch her, moving steadily closer to her.
“Lets go back upstairs.” She whispered and although he watched her lips move it took awhile before the words she had said actually clicked inside his mind. It made him feel slightly powerful that she wanted him but he didn’t let it show, she didn’t pick up on any change. “Let’s go anywhere, let’s run away together.” She whispered again, leaning across the bar, their faces millimetres apart.
“My dad said I should never go anywhere with someone I don’t trust.” He said, turning and walking back over to one of the drunken girls standing by the bar. Her daddy had said she didn’t trust him either.
Word count: 558
She walked out of the room quicker than him, walked to the other side of the corridor and used a different elevator; this was her way of ensuring no one knew they had been together. He had gone down a set of stairs and slipped behind the bar, he would stay here for a while surrounded by beautifully drunk girls, girls that he would undoubtedly make out with at least.
He watched as she walked out of the elevator, gracefully and somehow classily sliding herself into her boyfriend’s arms and kissing him hard on the lips. She was still attempting to give the impression that nothing was going on, but he was staring at her again and even the drunk girls were noticing.
She walked over to the bar, ordering a drink from him, she didn’t actually want a drink, she wanted to be near him again, to feel the touch of his hand as it grazed hers. She smiled as their skin connected, feeling a gentle blush grace her cheeks, unfortunately there was no make up to hide it, and he noticed. She drunk slowly from the bottle and he saw marks on her arms, handcuff marks, marks he had made only moments before.
He had been disgusted, however, at the love bites that were all over her body, making him want to curse her boyfriend, who looked hard and tuff enough to beat anyone up, but no one even knew his name, and he knew that kept him safe. But she knew his name, and he knew her name, he must have been the only one here.
She had made him scream it enough times. She looked over at some screaming girls that were waving a piece of stained paper around in the air. He watched her as she raised her eyebrows at him and he couldn’t help but laugh, he covered it well, just not well enough for her not to see it, she took this as her queue to sit down at the bar facing him, he couldn’t help but watch her, moving steadily closer to her.
“Lets go back upstairs.” She whispered and although he watched her lips move it took awhile before the words she had said actually clicked inside his mind. It made him feel slightly powerful that she wanted him but he didn’t let it show, she didn’t pick up on any change. “Let’s go anywhere, let’s run away together.” She whispered again, leaning across the bar, their faces millimetres apart.
“My dad said I should never go anywhere with someone I don’t trust.” He said, turning and walking back over to one of the drunken girls standing by the bar. Her daddy had said she didn’t trust him either.
Word count: 558