S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W

S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W 7

Love, love, love won’t stop this

Bomb, bomb, love won't stop this

Bomb, bomb, love won't stop this bomb

Rosie POV

Wow. My eye really hurts. I tried reopening it but it was still gummed shut with blood. I must have fallen asleep next to this wall, with my one good eye I looked around the room. Morgan was asleep on the bed; I was on the floor, his blonde head was facing away from me  while he was lying on his back.  I stood up and walked unsteadily to bathroom that was connected to the room and washed my face clean of blood. I looked in the mirror a thin cut was just above my eyebrow, not deep enough to scar but enough to sting like crazy whenever I moved my face. I found a hairbrush next to the sink and brushed the knots out of my hair and applied some mascara. I quickly brushed my teeth to remove morning breath as I heard Morgan’s breathing changed as he started to wake up.

I crept quietly back into the bedroom and rummaged around in my underwear draw and pulled out a matching pink bra and thong set. I pulled these on then slide into bed with Morgan closing my eyes and slowing my breathing right down. I kept my eyes closed for a minute or two then opened them, to revile Morgan starting at me.

“Good Morning Baby.” I smiled lifting myself up slight allowing the cover to fall off my chest.  I watched as Morgan looked me up and down then looked into my eyes lust filling his eyes.

“You are so beautiful, Bunny.” He leant over to me and started kissing me roughly moaning slightly in the back of his mouth. I kissed him back and was forced back into the mattress and he shifted his body weight on top of me.  I moaned as his hands started to wander my body.

An image of Chris formed in my mind and I was no longer kissing Morgan I was kissing Chris. I ran my hands through his dark ‘rockstar’ hair as I used to call it, where it was all floppy just above one eye, and over his back. I started kissing down his perfectly ripped abs. Then a mobile started buzzing on the bedside table making me jump. I was no longer sharing this bed with Chris it was Morgan now breathing hard above me his short brown hair sticking up at odd angles.

I pushed him off me and ran back into the bathroom, pulling my bra straps back over my shoulders.  I leant against the marble topped counter breathing hard. What was wrong with me? I felt dirty and unclean and stepped into the shower still in my underwear and turned on the water.  A cold flood covered my body, making me gasp in shock, I felt a brain freeze coming on and reached up and pushed on the hot water. The sudden change in temperature confused my body and goosebumps rose up on my skin. I fell into a not quite crouching position so my bum was on the floor, my feet pushed out till they touched the glass shower guard, and my back to the cold tiled wall. I heard Morgan in the bedroom talking  into his phone. I still didn’t feel clean, I scrubbed at my body. I didn’t stop scrubbing until I felt two large hands pull my arms so I was in a cross like position.

“Rosie! Look at me. Bunny, please look at me.” I heard a scared voice say, but I still looked down, my tears mixing with the shower water. The voice got louder, “Call a doctor! Someone call a doctor!” I felt myself rising up and thick arms cradle me next to a chest. I heard a woman talking somewhere near me, I felt my arms being coaxed into something soft and fluffy, a jumper perhaps and being placed on something equally soft. But I didn’t want to be put down so I held the person holding me tighter. The body moved down so they were lying with me. The world was too bright. Too loud. I screamed and buried my head in the persons chest.

I woke suddenly to a beeping sound looking around I felt lost. I was my bed but it wasn’t my bed. There was a monitoring machine which was making the noise to the left of me and a long pole with different bags hanging off it the other side of me. I tried to raise my head but it felt heavy and made my vision swim.  A woman bustled into the room, it was my maid, Sue, and started putting away clean laundry in to the chest of drawers near the monitor.