All of my problems melted into the background the moment his lips touched mine. They drowned in the sea that is his lips and I couldn't help but sigh contentedly into them.There was something about the way his lips molded into mine. Something about the way it guided me in slow and sensual movements. Something about the fact that I have never felt this way before. It was nothing like anything I have ever felt. it was different. Different from our rushed moments of passion and lust even if it had just the amount of passion it needed and a mix of other emotions that we must have both bottled up in the past torturous days.
I couldn't pinpoint the emotions. I didn't care. I couldn't care. The sensation coarsing through me wouldn't make me care.
My tears didn't stop. I couldn't stop them.
They seeped into the kiss we shared like they were a part of it and Dwyer gladly welcomed them, swallowing them and having us both taste the salty solution. I gripped
Nothing beats waking up to more than just the heat that radiates off your own body.And absolutely nothing beats having your arms wrapped around a warm body frame whose nakedness blocks the ray of the sun seeping through the Windows and into the room.Nothing ever compares to sniffing in the manly scent that is now thick with the smell of sweat and the aftermath of our love making. Not even the smell of my sheets that I sniff into every morning can beat this.He was big.Warm.Hard.And all mine.His heart beat against his chest and my own head that was rested on it, in slow even rythms, rising and falling. I didn't have to look up to his face to know that he was wide awake, his fingers spanning along my spine was enough confirmation. Just like last night, no words seemed to pass between us. Our bodies probably did the talking and our minds had the understanding needed.Curled up with him, I thought back to what I said yesterday an
I knew the moment that high-pitched scream pierced through my ears that it's either I ran for my life or I end up with my hair scalp being bruised by her puling on it and maybe a double nose bleed. And I knew better than to even consider the prospects.I ran."Get back here you little piece of shit!"She followed knocking down the bag in her hands in the process. The floor was small and enclosed and all I could do was run back and forth with her hot on my trail. I dodged a few hooks and punches from her whenever she got close enough to actually catch me. This went on for so long than I can figure out but neither one of us was giving up."Shayne please"I pleaded already out of breath even though I knew better than to stop running from her."Stop running Char! Get back here. I won't touch you" she was breathless too. I snorted. As if I could believe her. She rolled her eyes in return knowing I'm smarter than that."I promise I won't to
".......early today , the police apprehended the suspect responsible for the murder that took the little town of Riverdale by waves few months ago and still causing controversies up until now about the efficiency of the local police......however, the police have taken the case by the reins and finally gotten a lead after two whole months of silence!......the suspect still remains unknown and circumstances surrounding his arrest are still kept confidential by the police.... nonetheless, this is still a great feat by the police as they have given the town some sort of assurance that evil will be brought to nothing other than justice.....this is SIDE TALK reporting on the Riverdale morning show..........." This situation. It feels familiar. When was the first time I felt like that? When was the first time noise from my TV wafted through my ears but got filtered by my brain because of my inability to think or register what the fuck was going on.? It must have
DWYER (A few more chapters after this will be in Dwyer's POV. It's necessary to explain some things up until the time he was arrested, so enjoy......trigger warning though, there are instances where rape is mentioned)"I killed him" Those were the three words that changed everything. And the first ones I heard from my sister for the first time in months, since we moved back to Riverdale. At first, I thought it was one of her episodes, the ones that happen once in a few months and a subtle reminder that my sister was mentally unstable. Numerous times when we still lived together, she has woken up from her sleep with a deranged laughter bouncing off the walls of her room and over to mine and then I find myself rushing frantically to her. Those moments were the worst and most painful ones in my life. Because no matter how much I tried, I couldn't do anything to save her from the suffering. Each time it happened, I was left drained and wishing it was me going
DWYER (This is the last of Brief flashbacks in Dwyer's POV, the next few chapters will still be in his POV and will continue from where the story stopped after Dwyer's arrest....enjoy) "I applied for a job there. I want to move on and I think that's the best place for me to do that. Come with me Dwyer, please." And these were the first words my sister said to me when she was out of therapy.When her therapist said she was finally fine and can handle things well. And those were the words of plea that convinced me to come back to my hometown. I couldn't resist her anyway and I could do anything for her and keeping her safe topped the list. Even if that meant threatening an innocent woman who to my utter dismay still intrigued me. And the events that followed weren't ones I was proud of in anyway. And I tried desperately to stop myself from running my thumb across her cheeks when she cried when I threatened her. The memory of her sexy lips quivering as I
DWYER."You should stay away from her. She's a fucking reporter! You said you wanted to keep me safe but that doesn't mean I can't keep you safe too and being with her is dangerous for you both, don't you get it? It all went wrong the moment she saw you"Those were the longest words my sister said to me since we moved here and they pointed to just one person: Charity. The day after the murder, I had gone to see my sister knowing she would be shaken up by it all. I had called her therapist to tell him about it and yes I left out the part that his patient killed her rapist. No one has to know that. Just like I thought, she was going crazy. She had taken tons of pills that the therapist had given her at the first few years of her which she relied on too much. She only Stopped taking then months ago when her therapist said she was fine without them and now it seemed like they were the only thing that could relieve her of her pain. She mumbled incoherent words as tears stre
"where is she? where Is Alice?!!" The intense look in Roman's eyes when he said those words reminded of the first time I heard him say them,15 years ago. Although I hate going down the memory lane of those years, I couldn't ignore the urge to remember the years we spent together as best friends, a part of our memory and our lives that we have both decided to keep a secret--like it never happened. A part of my own life that makes my heart clench whenever I think about it. Roman was the most serious one of us both. The one who never missed classes. The one who topped the class in every subject. The one who just happened to be the favorite of every teacher. The one who went on competitions and won fabulous prices and awards for the school that I'm sure still adorns the hallways of whatever is left of the local Riverdale high school. His social life was amazing too. He made heads turn and he broke a few hearts while he wore his on his sleeves. I really lost count
*CHARITY* The news was blaring. The town was rowdy. My phone was ringing incessantly. But all these sounds only faded into the background of my own thoughts. I was so lost in them that I lost the will to do anything other than to stare into open space. Shayne is seated across from me , eyes fixated on me as if my next move would determine her own reaction to it. I don't blame her. I filled her in after returning from the police station about everything that happened. If she was shocked or disappointed in me, she didn't show it. All she did was pull me into herself and enveloped me with her arms. I welcomed the gesture as I had no choice. Each time the news comes on, Shayne moves to turn it off but I stop her each time. I needed to know what was going on since I wasn't allowed to see him. The police still haven't released an official statement yet and everyone wondered why. I wondered why too. What is holding the detectiv