Less than Perfect

3. Breathe {part two}

Skye wasn't sure what to make of it, but she knew that she would find out eventually. All secrets come out in time. She found a piece of paper on her bedside table and picked up a pen, scribbling words that she wished she could say.

Mom, why can't you see what's happening around you? I wish you could come to realize everything, but who ever could tell you? You may be the reason I am in this mess of a life, but without you, there definitely wouldn't be a reason for my life. Tears stung her eyes and she tucked the paper away in her drawer, closing her eyes and rolling over. Burying her head in the pillow, sobs broke out silently and she fell asleep like that, crying bitterly and quietly.

Skye awoke to the sound of a thud inside her bedroom. She blinked her eyes open and peered around the dark room. Seeing nothing but darkness, she relaxed herself and lay back down.

The sound came again and she realized that it wasn't coming from in her room after all but from outside. It wasn't a thudding sound as much as it was the sound of rocks tapping against the outer wall.

Filled with curiosity and drowsiness, she got out of bed and walked over to the window. On the ground below was Bryan, throwing stones against the house to get her attention. He smiled and gave a nod, indicating for her to open the window.

She leaned out of the window and glanced around. "What are you doing here, Bryan?" She called down to him, her voice slurred and quiet.

He grinned, "I want to be with you, Skye, and I couldn't sleep without working things out."

"You could have woken up Johnny or my mom, Bryan. Be quiet, I'll be right down." Disregarding her mom's instructions to never let Bryan in the house late at night without parental oversee, she slipped out of her room and downstairs.

Unlocking the door, she opened it and smiled weakly at Bryan.

Bryan smiled back and tucked his hands in his pockets. "Hey, babe."

"Hi, now be quiet."

"If I'm being quiet than how am I supposed to work things out?"

She sighed in irritation and laughed sheepishly. "Come with me," she said, grabbing his wrist and leading him downstairs. She closed the door and leaned up against it, biting her lip nervously. "What do you want to work out? I thought that we already worked everything out about Jules and what happened at Buxton's."

"I know, but I just wanted to apologize again. I'm really not proud of what I did back at Buxton's or last night, and even though you say that you forgive me, I want to ask again. Will you forgive me, Skye?"

"I forgive you, Bryan. You know that I always forgive you, you didn't have to come over so late."

"I know, but I told you, I couldn't sleep. Babe," he neared her and caressed her cheek, "you're always on my mind and always," he took her hand with his free one and laced their fingers together. Pressing their hands over his heart he added, "Right here."

"Bryan, if that's true, then how could you feel that hitting me doesn't affect anything? It does." She asked him, her crystal and sleepy eyes begging for an answer.

He pulled their heads right next to each other and pressed their foreheads together. "I know it does, and I'm sorry that I've hurt you. I know that you hate it and I know that it's not right, I'm going to be better though, I promise." He said the words so calmly, so perfectly, that she couldn't help but believe them. Believing him was never an easy thing to do but she wanted to be able to. Bryan wrapped her into a hug and sighed. "I love you," he let the three words hang in the air, and no one could snatch them up or take them away. They sounded sincere and delicate, something love should sound more like.

"I love you too." She sighed, and this time she put her hands through his tousled hair and locked her lips with his. She lifted herself into his arms as he carried her forward and didn't let her legs fall, her chest was feeling tight but it didn't matter.

Bryan held onto her legs and kept them up as they kissed passionately. He broke apart the kissing. "Wait, I thought you wanted to take things slow?" They were against the wall; Skye's back touching the cold hard surface as her tank lifted a little.

"I do, but I just need something for the moment, okay? Just shut up for now," she laced her fingers through his hair and kissed him again.

Bryan was definitely enjoying himself. Skye was only trying to find something she could hold onto, she didn't want to let him slip away and leave yet, she needed something far away from Johnny. She was just trying to feel something. Little did she know Bryan hadn't changed like she wanted yet.

Bryan's hand slipped up her shirt and his fingers went up her back sending chills along it. He clumsily brought her over to one of the worn out couches and she realized what he wanted. Dropping her he grinned and fell on top of her.

"Wait!" She cried out, "We can't take things too far! Bryan—" She moaned as he fingered her tank and grinned wickedly.

"You said you needed something, and I can give you something." He said around a kiss and then perched himself on top of her hips. Skye fought his arms as they pinned hers down and she cried out in furry, "Bryan, stop!"

"You had your chance, now you're mine." He said darkly as he yanked his own top off. When he bent down again and stared at her eyes he saw the tears pouring out of her eyes and washing down her cheeks. For a moment he looked at her with something caring, but it was wiped away and replaced with desire the moment she whimpered.

The cross hanging down from his neck caught her eyes as she tried not to look him in the eyes. She just kept crying out, kept pleading with him to stop; but the more she cried the more he kissed and brushed his fingers around her. She got an arm free and slapped him as hard as she could but her strength was disappearing, she was falling in his ploy, her heart hammering and her mind clouding.

He slapped her across the cheek and brought a hand to her neck, then lowered his head to her ear. "Listen now, angel. I better not see you around Jules, and I better not see you around that coffee shop again, understood? I love you baby, but no one else gets to have you, you're mine."

Fear clasping a painful hold on Skye's mind, she let go of his arms and let herself wait, wait for the beating he would give. She wouldn't let him do anything more if she could stop it, but there was something that was telling her that it would be hard to stop. Bryan had the strength of a wrestler; he could knock her out and get his way if he wanted. After all, he had always somehow managed to get what he wanted before.

"Please, just don't—" her voice caught in her throat as she sobbed desperately.

"I'll be careful."

"No, no don't touch me anymore! Let go of me, please! Bryan, you said you would change, you can hurt me or do anything else, just please Bryan, not that."

"I can't promise you anything." He kissed her neck and hissed in her ear.

This is it, I can't handle anything else. Skye told herself as he passionately kissed her; but there was no passion on her end, she felt uncomfortable. He wasn't going to stop, and she couldn't do anything to stop him anymore, she could hardly even breathe. The small light in the room faded around Bryan and left Skye with the only thought tickling her mind. I should have listened, I shouldn't have let him get to me. She whimpered and stared away as his hand slipped up her neck and wacked her cheek with near jaw-breaking force. I can take a beating; it's everything else that I can't handle.

Bryan brushed his lips against her skin and breathed in her scent again. "Finally," he whispered. He was about to get what he wanted.
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