Forbidden Love

chapter thirteen

If you asked me a month ago if I saw myself dating a white person I would've told you no straight up. I never thought of it. I always pictured myself settled down with a black male, maybe a couple years after I graduate college, in our own home together. As I looked at Tobias's slumbering face I knew what I predicted was terribly wrong.

Everything has changed and yet, I am more me than I've ever been.

I sighed a defeating sigh as I admired Tobias's chiseled face. With his prominent bone structures and well defined jaw he was definitely the most attractive person I've met. The scaring and bruising completed his look. In a way it suited him; it gave him the dangerous and mysterious vibe however, I knew the truth behind them now.

Why he chose me was way beyond my understanding. I wasn't ugly. I thought I was pretty attractive. But I was black while he was white and that should explain itself.

This scared me. The feeling he gave me scared me. I've loved my boyfriends but I don't think I've ever been in love. How was I supposed to know how that feels? I've always imagined that you would just know when you met the one but, I've never really created interest in finding out who the one actually is.

As I laid in his bed, my face merely inches from his, my thoughts ran wild. One minute Tobias could drive me insane; from being the biggest asshole I've ever met or from just one touch from his hands. Every time he touched me my body was on fire. It was as if he knew all the right places on my body and how to touch them. But when he as an asshole he infuriated me. It was as if he did it on purpose and every time he did he caused my skin to boil in anger.

Tobias's eyes were fluttering and I wondered if he was entering REM sleep or if he was beginning to wake up. I could see him form a scowl and sweat beginning to form around him. I stared at him in concern, wondering if I should do anything.

When Tobias started shouting, very loudly and furiously, I knew I had to do something. With my hands shaking I sat up from my side of the bed and put my hand on his arm. I shook him softly, trying to wake him up. His eyes opened at once and he stared at me in confusion. He grabbed my shoulders and pinned me on the bed. My eyes widened as I stared at him, alarmed. Hid body was practically into of mines, his weight keeping me on the bed. He looked at me with one expression on his face, anger. I tried to wiggle out of his grasp but he only tightened his hold on me.

"Tobias. It's me," I whispered. I was frightened now. "It's Reign."

My voice was much more stronger and louder than it was before. Even though I didn't know what was going to happen next, I knew Tobias wouldn't hurt me intentionally. Tobias's eyes softened before releasing me and moving away from me. My breathing was rapid and came out unsteadily as I stared up at his ceiling. I put a hand over my face and tried to control my breathing.

"What the hell was that?" I growled, turning my head so that I faced him. He was off of his bed and was just staring at me, as if I was someone he hasn't seen in years.

"I don't know. My dreams just seem so real sometimes..."

"And your dream includes killing me?" I practically yelled. I knew I was acting this way only because I was scared. His actions were a result of his childhood; he only knew how to fight back when threatened. This knowledge didn't eliminate the frightening feeling I had.

"I would never hurt you. You have to know that."

His expression told me that this didn't happen often but when it did it was bad. I saw his body still shaking and I mentally slap myself. Here Tobias was having a dream so vivid it scared him in real life. I was just yelling at him and making it worse.