Liza P.O.V.
I second I woke up the next morning, I knew I had overslept.
The sun filtering through the curtains was much too bright, and the house was too loud. I could hear people bustling around, footsteps loud against the floor. There were chattering voices, each trying to speak over the other.
I got up with a yawn, and grabbed the clothes that Rosie had dropped off yesterday. She was more my size, and after a lot of searching, we had been able to find clothes that weren't too neon coloured. I had chosen a pair of dark blue jeans, and a simple, thick gray sweater.
The door creaked slightly as I opened it, and then I peeked out into the corridor to see if anyone was in sight. When I saw no one, I tip toed to the bathroom, and quickly closed the door shut behind me.
After a refreshing shower, I got out smelling the same as I had the day before. The shampoo, I had discovered, was Brent's. He had known and he hadn't bothered to tell me. And he was even obnoxious enough to say that I smelled good.
What a jerk.
Well, at least my thoughts weren't censored.
My hair was a complete mess again, so I just pulled it up into a bun. I would have to comb it later, and it would be much more difficult, but I frankly couldn't be bothered at the moment.
I headed downstairs, my stomach rumbling. I wonder if they would allow me to cook something, maybe scramble some eggs. I hope that wouldn't be asking too much.
Entering the kitchen, I realized that it wouldn't be necessary.
"Morning, darling." Brent said, holding up a bowl of salad. "You're just in time for lunch."
"Lunch?" I asked in confusion, walking forward to give him a hand with all the plates that were scattered around the kitchen.
"It's two o'clock, princess." Brent smirked, and I gaped at him. I hadn't realized that I had sleptthat long. "Something keeping you awake?"
I saw his mischievous grin, and frowned. "No, you?"
"Only every single thought of you." he said smoothly, looking straight into my eyes.
My face was suddenly burning. "Couldn't have been very many, because you look completely awake."
He leaned against the counter, his eyebrows raised. "Is that code for, 'You look incredibly handsome this morning.'?"
"In your dreams, gorgeous."
Damn it.
"You do realize that you just contradicted yourself?" he asked, his eyes shining in amusement. He pushed himself off of the counter, and then he was right in front of me, forcing me to look upwards to meet his eyes.
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Enjoy it while you can, Brent, because these names aren't going to last forever."
"Maybe they will." he said mysteriously, a subtle smile on his lips.
I shook my head. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."
He flashed me a grin. "Yes, you do."
I threw my hands up in frustration. "I give up. You are officially impossible!" And a complete flirt. Not that I minded...
He was silent for a few moments, and I thought that he was finally going to be quiet. But then he leaned in closer, so that his face was next to my ear, his warm breath sending shudders down my body.
"I look forward to our date tonight, princess." he whispered.
Then he was gone, one hand trailing along my waist as he left. He grabbed the bowl of salad, and disappeared through the kitchen door.
Pull yourself together, woman, I thought angrily as I shivered in pleasure at his lingering touch, Just because you're being nice to him doesn't mean you have to start liking him too.
Actually, yeah, it kinda does.
My forehead creased as I thought about that, and I went out the way Brent had, following the promise for food. I heard multiple voices coming from a room down the hall, that I recognized as the dining room.
The chatter didn't stop when I entered the room, and Brent's mother smiled warmly at me before indicating a chair that I could sit in. I smiled gratefully at her, and then settled down, surprised that the people hadn't stopped talking as soon as they saw me.
Maybe I'm starting to fit in.
That thought was nice. As I was Brent's mate, it was obvious that I would have to spend a lot of time around these people, and I was sure it would be hell if they decided to hold a grudge against me. The faster they accepted me, the better.
"Can you please pass the bread?" I asked Brent politely, and he gave it to me with a smirk. It was a miracle I hadn't slapped him yet, because my hand was certainly itching to wipe that smug look off of his face.
"Thank you." I added, just for the sake of everyone around the table. His smile grew, and I scowled at him before picking a piece of bread out of the basket, and handing it back.
I dug into my food after that, deciding to just ignore Brent for a while. Maybe it would do him some good. I was absolutely starving, due to my missing of breakfast, and after only a few minutes, I was already attacking my second helping.
So much for table manners.
Luckily, no one seemed to mind much that I was behaving like some kind of primate ape. They were too absorbed in their own conversations to pay attention to the 'human'. Well, at least they weren't looking at me with disgusted expressions, which I really deserved.
After I had finally stuffed myself to the maximum, I dabbed my mouth with the napkin, and lounged back in the chair. Brent, who had been deep in conversation with a guy across of the table, looked down at me when I let out a contented sigh.
"Have you finally finished?" he asked with raised eyebrows and twinkling eyes. "I thought you were never going to stop acting like a barbarian."
Oops, so someone had noticed. And of course my friend, Mr. Fate, had decided that it would have to be Brent.
I just narrowed my eyes at him, and rested my hands over my full stomach. After an appropriate number of seconds glaring at him, I focused on my hands, avoiding his eyes.
"Liza," he started in a teasing voice, leaning closer, "you really-"
He was interrupted by the door slammed open.
"Are you finished with your friendly chitchat, yet?" Brent's father snarled, storming into the room, "I hope you do realize that we have a lethal threat on our hands, but I don't think you realize how much is at stake, because you would rather indulge yourselves in a party than work on tactics."
Everyone was deathly silent as he tore a seat out from under the table, and sat down at the head of the table, glaring at everyone. I couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. We should have been working on saving ourselves from the threat. Brent's father was certainly right, even though he didn't exactly show it in the nicest way.
He really cared about saving this pack then, I thought suddenly. Maybe he hadn't been using it as an excuse for all the things he had done. Maybe it was the truth.
Maybe he wasn't really the bad guy.
It only took a moment for him to change that temporary reputation in my mind.
"What is the thing doing here?" he growled, his dark eyes piercing into my shocked ones. "I thought that even Brent said that she wasn't stable."
I looked at Brent with wide eyes, tears filling them without my consent. He had said I wasn't stable? What was that supposed to mean? It sounded like he thought of me like an animal, an experiment.
"That isn't true!" Brent's roar rang through the room as he sprang to his feet. He looked down at me imploringly, sinking back down into his chair, taking my hands in his. "I swear, I never said that. Don't listen to him."
I searched his eyes for any sign of lies, but the black orbs only showed sincerity. My head dipped into a small nod, and Brent heaved a sigh of relief that I wasn't making it into a big deal.
Brent turned back to his father. "The only thing I said at the meeting yesterday was that she was under a lot of pressure. Don't even try to turn this against me, Alpha." he said, his voice soaked in venom.
His father only sneered at him. "Whatever you say, son. I was just trying to point out the obvious. If the thing wasn't even able to handle one little comment, it just proves my point."
Brent looked ready to rip out his throat, so I laid a restraining hand on his arm. My own blood was starting to boil, but I kept my voice calm as I spoke.
"If you don't mind my interruption," I said quietly, "I would appreciate if you didn't call me a thing. It is rather degrading, and makes me sound like an animal." I paused a moment before daring myself to add," Which is rather ironic, because since you are the animals in here."
A few soft gasps filled the otherwise silent room, as I held Brent's father's gaze steadily. His eyes had narrowed, and his fists were clenched loosely.
"I wouldn't be so quick to insult me, thing." he hissed, "You are in my house, under my protection, and it wouldn't be a good idea to threaten that in his time of danger, don't you think?"
"Are you threatening her?" Brent growled, outraged.
"Perhaps." he said dismissively, "But for now we should concentrate on the matter at hand, and not some petty arguments. Now, what are the statistics?"
I blocked out the voices as they started to discuss confusing numbers. Brent's hand gripped mine under the table, and I squeezed it back gratefully. At least I could always count on Brent to stand up for me now. Hopefully.
My mind drifted away to our conversation yesterday. I still blushed when I thought of my last comment. How had I had the nerve to say something like that? If he thought that it meant that I would have children with him anytime soon, he was definitely mislead. Hell no. I wouldn't be having children for a couple of years, thank you very much.
I had just meant it as an observant comment, but I could see how he could take it the wrong way. We were still in high school though, and I didn't want to become someone who becomes pregnant before graduating, before marriage. I couldn't really see Brent wanting kids so soon either, but who knew what that boy had going on through his head?
I snuck a glance at him from the corner of my eye. Though his hand was still playing with my fingers, he looked deeply immersed in the conversation that was going on. His brow was wrinkled in thought, and his mouth pulled down into a slight frown.
My eyes traced the contours of his face, remembering how they had felt under my hands. His black hair was ruffled and a single strand hung in front of his eye. My hand itched to brush it away, but that would be highly inappropriate in the situation we were in.
Brent started to speak, and though I didn't hear the words, I watched his lips move. My skin blazed at the memory of them kissing me, and the red mark at my throat burned. I gulped and looked away, before I did something crazy.
Instantly, I remembered that I was going on a date with him later today. I withheld a shiver as I imagined just the two of us somewhere, alone. With no one to interrupt, to break us apart. What would happen? What could happen?
I was pulled out of my strange thoughts. "Liza?"
"Yes, Brent?" I asked, looking up at him, a red blush painted on my cheeks.
He looked at me quizzically, "We need your opinion on something."
"What?" I exclaimed in disbelief. They needed my opinion? I thought that I was just the unstable human, or had I stepped onto an alternate universe in the last few minutes?
"Your idea with the women fighting too was an excellent idea, and everyone agrees that you should have a say in the next decision." Brent said patiently, and I smiled when I saw that his eyes were filled with pride.
I sat up straighter. "Alright, what do you need my opinion on? Sorry, I wasn't really paying attention." I said, making sure my voice was sure and steady. No need for them to reconsider.
Randon's expression was hostile as he filled me in. "We were discussing where we should meet the opposing pack." he snapped, and Brent growled a warning beside me.
"What are the options?" I asked, squeezing Brent's hand a little tighter, telling him to calm down.
"The first idea is that we can let them choose where they want the fight to happen. This means they will choose a place, and then wait for us to show." Manson said quietly, his eyes much kinder than Randon's.
My forehead furrowed. "How do you know they will just wait? What if they go straight for the attack and catch us off guard?"
"That's where Brent’s idea comes in." Manson continued, and I looked over at Brent to see a sure smile on his face. "His idea is that we should draw the pack into somewhere to where we will have the advantage."
"Like?"
Brent sat foreword. "I was thinking somewhere that we know well. We can use our knowledge of the area against them, while they have no idea where they are going."
I chewed on my bottom lip. "Like?" I repeated.
He gave me an amused smile. "I was thinking about the town. We would have to force their numbers through the streets, meaning they can't use them to their advantage."
"Oh, no." I said without hesitation. "There are people in the town, humans, and I don't want them in more danger than they already are."
Brent chuckled. "Rosie's dad, who is the Chef of Police, already evacuated the whole area days ago. Used the excuse of a possible avalanche down the mountain. There is no one here but us."
I frowned, taking in his information. I had been so isolated these last few days, stuck inside my own house, and now this one. The rest of the world could have tumbled down, and I wouldn't have noticed.
"Fine." I said shortly, a little annoyed at him that he hadn't told me. "So it's either let them choose, or choose for them?"
Manson nodded. "Yes." he said gruffly, coughing into a handkerchief.
My mind was made up in a second. "My opinion is that we should choose our own battleground. Letting them choose would mean that they have the power over us. If we want any chance, we have to make our stand where we have the most chance we can win."
"Are you sure you're not just saying that just because it was Brent's idea?" Randon said after a small pause.
I couldn't help but glare at him. "Never. I just know that it's the best idea. That's all."
That guy seriously got on my nerves.
"Alright, calm down everyone." Brent's father said, his voice almost bored. "Now that the thing has spoken, could we decide what we are going to do?"
His wife spoke up. "I like Brent's idea of inside the town. It will put at us a much greater advantage. If we let them choose, they will mostly likely choose a clearing where they can overwhelm them with their numbers."
A flashback from my nightmare exploded in my mind, as I remembered seeing the two forces fighting each other. It had been in a large field, and those bloody corpses replayed in my mind.
"Liza?" a worried voice snapped me out of my reverie. I opened my eyes, and met Brent's.
"Yeah?" I said, a little shakily.
"Are you alright? You're clutching the table." he said, and my eyes drifted down to my hands. They were curled around the edge, my knuckles white with the force they were holding onto it. My nails were gauging into the wood. I slowly unwrapped them, and folded him on my lap.
"Sorry, I just had a bad memory." I whispered, trying to avoid everyone's prying eyes.
"Attention seeker." someone muttered from across the table, and I didn't even bother to look at them. Brent snarled at the person loud enough for both of us, and then everyone else remained silent.
"A clearing wouldn't be a good idea." I said just loud enough for everyone to hear, but I didn't explain further.
There was a silence before Brent's mother said, "Yes, I agree. Should we work on this town idea?"
I shot her a grateful look as separate conversations started around the table, everyone discussing the idea. She returned it with a warm one, and then returned to eating small pieces of bread.
"We could put some traps up." a younger member of the council said excitedly. "Nets and things. We would know where they were, but the other pack would just run straight into them."
"The streetlights could be turned on and off when we wanted to." another person thought out loud. "Darkness when we want to remain unseen, and then lights when we need to fight and need to see what we are doing."
"What about people on the roofs?" Brent interjected, his eyes lighting up, "They could watch and tell people where the wolves were, and maybe even shoot a few down."
I smiled as I watched the idea start to expand into something that could actually save lives. Tactics were planned, weapons were discussed, and traps were developed. When that other pack came calling, they would get the surprise of their lives.
"How long to we have left?" Manson asked after another hour, after everything was planned, and everybody had satisfied expressions on their faces.
"They should be here by tomorrow evening." the Alpha said fiercely. "Let's get to work people."
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I stood in the kitchen, washing the dishes from the lunch. The food had lain there so long unattended, that it was stuck to the plates, and I had to literally scrub them before I could put them in the dishwasher.
"Are you sure you don't need any help?" Brent's mother asked for the tenth time, fluttering around the kitchen, not knowing what to do.
"I'm fine." I assured her with a smile. "I'm almost done here anyway."
"Thanks, Liza." she said warmly, before walking out of the kitchen, leaving me alone.
I focused on the plates in front of me, and the soapy water almost sloshing over the edge of the sink. I was in the process of cleaning a plate covered in sticky crumbs, when two hands unexpectedly wrapped around my waist.
I shrieked, and the plate fell into the sink with a splash. Dirty water sprayed everywhere, until my whole sweater was covered in soapy, wet spots. The hands had let go to avoid the splashing as well, and I heard a deep chuckling behind me.
"Someone's a little jumpy today." Brent smirked as I whirled around to face him, my expression outraged. I was dripping water and had the sudden urge to give him a huge hug, to see how he liked being soaked through.
"Why did you do that?" I demanded, wiping my hands on a cloth, ridding it of soap.
"Do what?" he asked innocently, and that urge to hug him just became stronger.
"Sneak up on me." I huffed, looking down in despair at Rosie's ruined sweater. There was no way she would forgive me if she saw her clothes in this state.
He only grinned. "I didn't sneak up on you. You were just being extremely unobservant."
"Well, I'm sorry if I'm not on hyper-alert every second of the day." I snapped, turning away from him, and rummaging through the water until I found the now clean plate. I put it in the dishwasher, and then closed it.
"Hey, look," Brent said, leaning against the counter next to me, "I'm sorry. I didn't think you would react that way."
I sighed. "Maybe you should think before you act, Brent." I said, draining the water out of the sink. It gurgled down the drain, and then left the kitchen in silence.
"Sorry." he said bashfully, "I'll get my mom to give you some new clothes."
"Thanks." I muttered, grimacing at the idea of having to wear a skirt.
"You just want your own clothes back, don't you?" he asked, and I looked up at him in surprise.
"How did you know?"
He winked. "I'm telepathic." he said, and I rolled my eyes. "Come on, we can run by your house and get you some of your own things if you're quick."
"Are you serious?" I asked, grinning. He nodded, and I started to sprint towards the door of the kitchen. Then I stopped, and started to pull off my sweater.
"Woah!" Brent yelled, and was over in a flash to tug it back down. "What do you think you're doing?"
"What do you think I'm doing?" I countered.
He raised an eyebrow. "Stripping in my kitchen?"
"Gosh, you have a dirty mind." I scoffed after a short silence, and continued to pull my sweater off. It was forced down again in the next second.
"Stop stripping in a public place." he hissed, and then his voice took on a teasing quality. "Of course, you can always strip in my room, and that's only a few doors away..."
I slapped his chest as my face started to burn. "I'm not stripping, for God's sake! I'm just taking off my wet sweater so it can dry. And besides, I have a tank-top under it."
His face instantly calmed. "Oh, if that's the case, proceed."
I glared at him before pulling off my sweater in one quick motion. My tank-top raised a little at the movement, and I quickly pulled it down before Brent could see too much. But when I looked at him, he was positively drooling.
"Come on." I said exasperatedly, and tugged on his arm until he followed. There was no one in the hallway, and Brent snagged his leather jacket off the hook and threw it towards me. I looked at him quizzically.
"So you don't get cold." he explained, out of the door before I could comment. My heart warmed a little at the tender gesture, and I pulled it on. I inhaled his intoxicating smell, and smiled a little before following him outside.
The garage was cold as I stepped into it, and the lights flicked on, alerted by Brent's presence as he strolled towards his car. I hurried after him, and then slid into the leather seat of the passenger seat, as he got into the other side. He fished around the side pocket of the door, and drew out a small, black remote.
"'Cause most people open the door before they drive out, Liza." he explained to me as he clicked a button, and the garage door started to lift up. My eyes drifted towards the hole that had been patched up with some type of cardboard on the other side of the garage, and I had to grin.
"It's not as exciting though." I responded, and he laughed.
"Where have I heard that before?"
The door finished its glide upwards, and in the next second, we were winding through the trees. I settled into my chair, and tried not to freak out as we sped through the hairpin corners. Brent looked like he was enjoying himself; grinning every time he completed a daring turn.
We stopped descending down the mountain, and the road straightened out. I loosened my grip on my chair, and crossed my arms loosely over my chest.
"What was that bad memory?" Brent asked suddenly.
I glanced at him. "Huh?"
"At the meeting, you said you had a bad memory?"
"Oh," I said as I understood, "it wasn't a memory. It was a nightmare actually."
"What was it about?" he asked, slowing the car down until we were cruising down the empty street. I noticed the lack of cars, and then remembered that everyone had been evacuated - away from the danger that would come for us tomorrow.
I fidgeted with the hem of my tank top. "I was hostage at the time, and it was the night before I decided to come back. The house was extremely claustrophobic, and I guess my mind went a little crazy." I said, trying to avoid the question. I didn't want to bring up the scenes in my dream, especially because they contained Brent.
"That didn't answer my question." he said, looking over at me worriedly. "Are you trying to avoid talking about it? You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."
I smiled at him. "Thanks."
The car was silent.
"Okay, can you please just tell me?" Brent said, breaking down to his curiosity. So much for being considerate, I thought darkly.
I decided to tell him part of the truth. "Rosie was in the dream, and she told me that I had killed her. I think it was because I had left her behind at your house, and I had brought her there in the first place." I explained, and Brent started to say something, but I cut him off. "Then Wes saved me, and he pulled me into the woods. I thought he was saving me, but he was just going to throw me into a pit of fire, because I had chosen you over him."
"You saved me." I said, sneaking a glance at him. "We ended up at a lake in the woods that I had found before."
"I know it." Brent said, but he didn't elaborate.
"For a few moments, it was peaceful, but then you got angry. " I'm not going to say why, I thought, a blush creeping over my features. "You pulled me over to a parting in the trees, and you showed me the battle between the two packs. Your pack was losing badly, and there was blood everywhere. I remembered it at the table, because the scene was in a clearing, and it was an absolute slaughter."
Brent nodded his understanding. "What happened next?"
"I turned to talk to you, but you were gone. You were laying at the side of the lake, and Brent..." I gulped, "you were dying. I asked who had done it to you, and you had told me that it was my fault. My fault that you were going to die. And then you were gone."
I swallowed thickly, and looked away, out of the window.
"I think your mind was bringing up all the thoughts that were torturing you for the last few days. The guilt, the shame, the sorrow. You do realize that none of that was real?" Brent said soothingly, laying a hand on my arm.
"Yeah." I managed to force out, and then Brent pulled up at my house.
"Home sweet home." he said, giving me a small smile, and then getting out of the car. I took a deep breath to settle myself, and then followed him out.
My home looked just as it had all its life. With the shutters drawn, it looked just gone on holiday. Little did I want to see the horrific scenes that covered the insides, which I knew would still be there. Just reminders of those dark days, when I didn't know if I would survive to see another.
"I'll go first." Brent assured me, seeing my terrified expression. Still, he gently took my hand and pulled me along, until we were at the ruined front door. He let go of my hand to ram his shoulder into the wood, and I heard the furniture behind it creak loudly at the force. He did it again, and this time the top part of the door cracked and fell through the dark gap. Brent swung himself over the broken door, pushed the furniture out of the way, and then opened the bottom half.
"Welcome home, m'lady." he said mockingly in a posh accent, and I had to laugh a little as I stepped past him and he tipped his imaginary hat. I curtsied in return, and then surveyed the dark hallway.
It was obvious some sort of fight had taken place in the house. The banister was cracked and broken where one of the tough guys had finally pulled his foot out of the ropes. Photo frames lay on the floor, the glass cracked. I dreaded to think what the rest looked like in daylight.
"When exactly are your parents coming home?" Brent said, his voice strained as he took in the damage.
"Preferably never." I mumbled, nudging a piece of broken glass with my shoe.
He cleared his throat. "Right, I'll take a quick look around to make sure there's nothing deadly in a dark corner, and then you can go grab your stuff." I watched as he walked through the kitchen doorway, and then his footsteps continued into the living room. I heard doors open and close, and sunlight started to fill the rooms as he pulled the curtains open.
"All clear." he said, coming back out. "Now for upstairs."
He padded upstairs, and when he called me up, I followed hesitantly. The rooms were much brighter now that the windows were free of the curtains, but I still saw far too many shadows in the corners.
I headed straight into my room, and peered inside. Everything looked like I had left it, except for the huge door propped up against the wall, a huge dent on one side. Without pausing for too long, I headed to my closet and pulled out a suitcase. I started to pull out random clothes and stuffing them inside, my only goal to get out as fast as possible.
"Maybe you should bring something black." Brent suggested from the open doorway. "Tomorrow you'll want to blend in with the darkness when the attack starts."
I turned around to face him. "I thought I was going to stay home? I'm not going to be much use, you know."
"You'll have no protection at home, and I don't trust Lidia not to take her revenge on you." he stated, his expression darkening.
I shuddered at the thought of facing a huge wolf version of Lidia, and obediently took out a pair of black jeans, and a tight, black top. I fished through my precious shoe collection, until I found my pair of black, knee-height, leather boots. Brent cleared his throat when I started to push them into my overflowing suitcase.
"You're going to go into battle in high-heels?" he asked sceptically.
"What else?" I retorted. "Sorry, but if you haven't noticed, high-heels are extremely useful in combat."
He had to smile. "I have, actually."
I pushed a last few things into the suitcase, and then turned back to Brent. "I'm going to get changed, so you might want to get out of my room."
"On second thought," he said, a smirk forming on his face, "I think I'll stay right here."
I rolled my eyes. "Just get out, Brent."
He saluted me, but thankfully backed away from the door. I heard him go downstairs, which meant that he wouldn't be able to see through the open doorway. I had no idea how I was going to get all the damage fixed in time for my parents' return. It was hopeless.
I picked out my outfit, sliding into clothes that were the first that fit perfectly in days. I slipped on my shoes, and then walked into the bathroom. I let my hair out of the wet bun, and inspected the damp, knotty strands in horror. I grabbed my conditioner from the shower, and stuffed it into my bag, ready for use when I got back to their house.
In the end, I just pulled my hair up into a slick poneytail, the hair plastered so tightly against my scalp that you couldn't make out the tangles. The hair that hung out of other end of the poneytail was a different matter, and it was a mass of wild curls that looked untamable.
With an uncontented sigh, I headed into the hallway again.
"Brent, can you help me with my suitcase?" I called downstairs, and I heard his footsteps make their way towards me. I waited patiently at the railing and watched as Brent made his way upstairs.
"You took your time." he grumbled.
"Probably less than you would." I teased, and he let out a short laugh himself. He reached the last step before he looked up at me. And froze.
He stood there for so long, staring at me, that I started to feel uncomfortable. Was there something wrong? Did he not like what I was wearing? I hesitantly looked down at myself, wondering what could be the matter.
I wore a tight red dress, that I had always thought showed too much of my curves. It clung to every inch of skin, and I had never dared to wear it before, though my mother had always tried to persuade me to. She said it clashed with my eyes.
The sleeves of my dress barely covered my shoulders. The bottom of the dress only came up to mid-thigh, which is why I had worn a pair of black tights underneath. There were a pair of classical, burgundy heels on my feet, which was almost the same colour of the short coat I wore over it.
"Is something wrong?" I asked softly. I started to back into the bathroom when he didn't respond. "I can change, and I-"
"Don't." he demanded, interrupting me.
"Sorry?"
His body unfroze, and he took the last step onto the landing. He walked over to me with long strides, his eyes never straying from mine.
"Don't change." he repeated, softer this time, when he was standing right in front of me. I looked up at his face.
"I was rude," Brent murmured, something dangerous glinting in his eyes. "You look abosolutely gorgeous... almost edible."
I trembled. "Thanks." I muttered, unnerved by the expression on his face and his close proxmidity. I took an awkward step back, but a burning hand on my waist stopped me.
"Where are you going, Liza?" he asked, his voice low. He pulled me back so that I was pressed against his body, and his thumb traced the curve of my waist through the thin material.
"We have to get back to the house." I reminded him, my voice embarassingly breathless. "You said we could only have a short trip here. We have to get going."
"I did say that, didn't I." he said, trailing his lips hungrily across my jaw. I was frozen beneath his touch, and my hands hung limply at my sides.
"Brent..." I warned, when his hands started to trail lower. They continued on their own behalf, until they were brushing against the tightly knitted material of my tights. Then they started up again, snaking under my dress.
"Stop it." I pleaded, afraid of my own reaction to his touch. The first tingling sparks were turning into infernoes, and I was scared of how far Brent would take it. Then his hands went too far. They had almost pushed my whole dress up to my waist, and were now starting to pull down my tights. "I said,stop."
With that I pushed him off of me as hard as I could. He stumbled backwards, clutching the banister for support. I glowered at him as I pulled my dress back down, and righted the wrinkles.
"If you don't mind, I want to go back now." I snapped, and then I stalked to the stairs and went downstairs, avoiding Brent's shocked expression.
"Liza!" he shouted after me, but I continued until I was outside. I took a deep breath of the cool air, trying to calm my blazing body. Brent hurried after me, my suitcase banging behind him. I waited patiently at the car, until Brent came to a halt on the other side.
"Liza..."
"Just don't." I said angrily, and got into the car without another glance.
He got into the car after slinging the bag in the back, and wordlessly started the engine. He pulled out of the driveway, and the car acelerated down the road.
"I didn't mean it!" he suddenly blurted out, his voice pleading, but I was too angry to accept his apology.
"And why am I supposed to listen to you, if you don't listen to me?"
He was speechless.
I shook my head, my eyes hard. "Also, the date's off. How am I supposed to go out with someone who pretty much assaults me in my own house? Yeah, didn't think so."
"Liza..."
"Don't 'Liza' me!" I shouted, my temper reaching its peak. "You don't have anything to say for yourself. I try to trust you, and then you just go and mess it all up. You really just can't help yourself."
Brent was silent.
I turned to look out of the window quickly, to make sure he didn't see the tears that were filling my eyes.
Oh Brent, you always just have to screw everything up, don't you?
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Gosh, Brent is such an idiot. Was actually gonna make it a lovey-dovey date, and everyone would be happy, but the story took me this way :) Wouldn't be as exciting now would it? I know some of you guys are gonna hate me, and Brent again.. but hey, my story and I like the way it's going, because I know how it's gonna end :D
Anyways, posted a new story - Being Moi. It's not really a 'story' - more like a bit of randomness, but check it out, because it's... yeah... werid ;)
Cya on the weekend! (don't have time for a wednesday upload!)
LOVE YOU xx
Song: Love Dealer - Esmee Denters ft. Juntin Timberlake
Picture: Risterbug13 (THANK YOUU!!!!!)
(Cool song, no idea what it's got to do with the story ;) )
Edited by: KAT! :)