Post by Chevrolet Isabel Crowe on Aug 19, 2013 12:37:19 GMT -5
It seemed like so long ago that Chey first met Hayden, that the world decided that they hated the person that her heart decided it was hooked on. She was never certain where it came from or why, she’d been so alone before that, maybe her need for someone to love her made her attach to someone that everyone despised, maybe it was just she’d spent so long being good and doing as she told that there was a rebellious element that she needed to be let loose. Either way, she couldn’t deny that she’d enjoyed the time she’d spent with Hayden. At first. She couldn’t explain what had changed. At first he was so devoted to her, what made her happy, it was like the world turned for her. He’d made her laugh and smile and she liked that no matter what her feeling were for him.
It seemed so sudden, the change in him. All of a sudden he was cruel every now and then. He snapped at her and he disappeared into his own world so often. She could be next to him and feel like he was a million miles away. That’s why the night before seemed so out of character to her. She knew that wasn’t right. The moment it started. She felt like she wanted it. Everything inside her was trying to tell her she did but… It felt wrong.
Her body still ached, it hurt physically from their actions the night before, but more than anything her chest felt heavy. She tried desperately to convince herself that this was right, that she was okay. She wasn’t. Not at all. She wasn’t even doing a convincing part of lying to herself. She was just so angry, so angry at the world, at everything, that she couldn’t bring herself to break away from the lie Hayden was feeding her. No matter how much her heart yearned for another, his magic joined forces with her insecurities to make her the perfect target.
The distant sound of a trickling shower matched perfectly with Chevrolet’s face. The tentative trickle of tears that raced each other down, past her tired eyes and over her porcelain skin. She was, at this moment, void of the purity that once plagued her, the same one that she already missed terribly. Her features seemed dark and tired, teeming with suspicion. She’d started to wonder about the man currently washing the smell of her off of him in the room next to her. Question his motives. She’d gone from being so certain of him only hours previous to unsure now.
Was it just the fact he’d snapped at her? Been so strange lately? So cruel. Or was it the fact that after taking her love so ruthlessly he was unable to look her in the eye? Either way, as she listened to the water pumps still whirring through his place, she saw an opportunity. Lifting her body despite itself and its distaste in the matter, she wandered blindly around the room, her fingers ran over thing gently, items left lying around. She’d never known an apartment to be so cold, void of a person’s personality. Everyone had personal items, right?
No sooner had her fingers run over the top of his dresser, were her hands around the handles and pulling a drawer towards her. Her hands scurried through the piles of clothes in each drawer, moving up them until her fingers landed upon something cold and metal in his underwear drawer. At first she wondered if it was a weapon, she thought it was just a female cliché to keep a gun in the underwear drawer, but as her fingertips examined it she realised it was more than that. Her hand curled around it, pulling it into her palm to examine it before she sat on the edge of the bed, taking the site of it in further. She knew she’d seen it before, she was sure of it, but it wasn’t on Hayden. She waited desperately to click, unfortunately for her, as it did, the sound of the shower suddenly silenced.
Slipping the trinket quickly into a back pocket of her bag, Chey rushed to the draw so silently she might as well have been running across the air. As she waited for Hayden to enter the room she straightened out the items within the draw and plucked a pair of his underwear from the top, holding them in front of them like she was simply sizing them up.