Went from one conversation to your lips on mine

Water cascaded down my back, slipping through my hair and warming my skin. The men's soap however made my hair stiff and like damn near straw—STRAW I TELL YOU.

carefully washing around the sore spots on my body, wincing any time I had to pass over or glance at the bruises and gaining marks on my stomach and legs.

No doubt that they would scar, they would fade slightly—blend into my skin more. But I will always know they were there, they will always be there for a constant reminder.

I hated that This was how I dealt with things. I know it wasn't healthy or right but I just can't help myself. Talking about it makes it hurt twice so if you keep it down then it sting but eventually you forget it was even there.

Toxic coping strategies who?

I know Lorenzo wants me to talk to him, to tell him every single thing that happened. But I can't not after what Kye said about my family.

What did everything he say even mean? Did my brother hurt my mom and did he actually threaten my life?

Kye gave me that information like he was dangling something in front of me wanting me to grab it; but each time I'm close he pulls away.

But what hurts the most is that If what kye said is true—Lorenzo knows all of it. So what makes him different then Kye.

"Serina hurry up I need to take a piss." Speaking of the fucking devil. Lorenzo's fists banging on the door of his bathroom.

I hated that he wouldn't allow me to have or use my own room and bath—that he won't let me out of his sight for more then 10 minutes.

"Use a different bathroom." I answered as I rested my head on the tile, my hands wrapping around my stomach. Closing my eyes tightly as I grip the black bruises made by feet kicking my stomach.

The pounding grew, and didn't stop. "Serina Open the fucking door." Lorenzo Beamed. Any sense of gentleness he had the day he rescued me, was gone. Not that I miss it or anything.

Sucking in a hard breath I turn the complex shower off, there was a million different little fucking things that I had no clue what to do. Finally I succeeded and stepped out; wrapping a white towel around myself.

Gripping the handle I turn the lock, and the door swings open.

Lorenzo was there leaning on the doorframe, his eyes meeting mine for just a few seconds before they trail the length of my body, and the droplets of water that ran down it.

His eyes moving towards the knot that held the towel against my chest, probably wondering how easy it would be to pull it and watch the only thing covering me slip off.

"I was busy. There are like 5 other bathrooms here." I said as I crossed my arms, feeling the tingle between my legs made me want to punch myself in the face.

Lorenzo stiffened quickly, his shoulders rolling back. "This is my fucking bathroom." He smirked, though his eyes looking so fucking strained.

"Well you wouldn't have this problem if I had my own bathroom." I smiled as he walked in, I quickly walked over to the counter trying my best to avoid him.

"I told you sparrow you can't be trusted on your own. You attract danger like a magnet" He said as he took just one step closer to me. Just one.

"I am a big girl, I can take care of myself." I crossed as I looked up at him, and he smiled down at me like he didn't believe it.
But I can take care of myself, I always will—I always have.

His eyes moved down towards my body again, and the various lines of red that drew my body.

Bringing my hands over my arms I turn, facing the foggy mirror. "You are staring again." I whispered. I wanted to look at what he was so fixated on.

Bending on the counter slightly I swipe away the fog on the glass, the streaky lines still blocking my view but the cold air from the open door helped fade them.

I heard a growl from behind me, and I wanted to stiffen slightly. But I didn't.

"Bend yourself over the counter one more time, let's see what happens." His voice was like nothing I have heard, it was deep and husky—and in the reflection I could see his eyes. The grey in them swirled with what was almost desire.

"That wasn't what I was doing." I said as I rolled my eyes. "You were staring at the—the scars again. Like you always do—It is killing me to see them there and you make it worse." I admit as I place my hands on the sink, hating how pained my voice Sounded

I hated that they made me feel the way they do, it wasn't that I felt less beautiful or whatever. Because I am a sexy bad bitch. But they made the memories play over and over like a tape On rewind and there was nothing I could do to stop them.

"I don't give a fuck about your scars Serina." He grunted, as he gripped my arm and spun me around. "Everyone fucking has them." He looked dangerously into my eyes, and for the first time—I looked away.

He sighed slightly, before he gripped me under my thighs and lifted me into the counter swiftly. Lorenzo taking his place between my legs. The towel inches from riding up past my
Vajayjay.

My breath sucking in slightly as he takes one step back. My eyes glancing to his—he looked like he was fighting something. Fighting not to fuck me or maybe not to touch, either way I saw how hard it was for him not to slip.

His hands gripping the hem of his shirt he tugged it over his head I blinked slightly, not sure whether or not he was proposing we have sexual encounters to fix my issues.

Raising an eyebrow he caught onto my concern as he looks at me. Staying with our eyes locked he walked up so he was within arms reach and turned around.

My mouth opened and I gasped slightly as My hands reached for the whip marks and cigarette burns that crossed his back.

Lorenzo stiffened like a rock as my hands brushed his skin, The tips of my fingers tracing the fine raised slashes and circular burns that trailed up onto his shoulders and melted with his spine.

His gaze that was set forward was now looking over his shoulder back at me.

He flinched ever so slightly, and I brought my gaze up as he growled as he attempted to pull away "don't." His voice sounded scary and pained. This was his demon.

"who did this to you?" I asked in barely a whisper as pulled my hand away quickly.

"My father. when I was a kid." He stiffened again, as he turned back so his face was to me. His eyes burning into mine. I saw a fire behind his eyes, and so much hate that it made my skin crawl.

"I—" I said, but before I could even say what I was going to he interrupted me "I don't want your pity Serina. I only showed you so you could see that you aren't the only one with fucking problems."

My mouth hung open slightly, and my words taken. But I knew my silence wouldn't do me any fucking good. "To have pity is to show sorrow for someone's misfortunes. I don't pity you Lorenzo and I don't think your scars are a misfortune. They are beautiful."

"They aren't beautiful Serina. Nothing about me is." He yelled.

Smiling lowly and tucking a piece of my wet hair behind my ear I smirked as I looked at him through the fading fog "and you say that I am clueless." I know he knew how hot he was, woman probably tell him that all the time—but to me he was beautiful.

Don't get me wrong he is the definition of a steaming hot bowl of sexiness—but to say that that is all his is; would be an injustice.

Lorenzo's face stiffened, I bet no one had called him clueless before and lived. "I sometimes wish you were anyone else." He grunted as he walked between my thighs. "Everything would be so simple. So fucking easy." He was referring to killing me—if I was someone else that is.

"Maybe it would be easier, but then I would have won." I said as he placed his rough hands on my thighs and pulled my legs over and around his waist, his eyes not leaving mine not even for a second.

I don't think either of us knew what we were doing, but I don't think that he cared about consequences. Or well it didn't seem that way as he looked down at me like I was what he had always wanted.

"How would you have won?" He asked lowly. I would have won the undisputed game between us. "Because you would have forfeited, And would be left to wonder. The second you kill me, is the moment you have given up on our competition. And plus I'd be a ghost, and I'd poltergeist your shit up."

"Sparrow you drive me fucking mental." He said as he leaned into me slightly, his lips an inch away. I could feel the heat that spun around us, the friction that he lit whenever he touched me.

Lorenzo's one hand moved up to grip the part of my thigh that rested around his hip. I was stupid for not unattaching myself from him, and for not pulling away. But I don't care, not anymore.

"Whats so wrong with being a little crazy?" I asked in a whisper, feeling the heat move down between us. Despite the cool air that danced In waves around the bathroom; he made me hot, too hot.

But it was when my lips brushed his that I knew there was no going back. He wasn't gentle as he pulled me into him, his own lips meeting mine dangerously.

It wasn't a light kiss oh no. It was rough with waited passion, want, and he swiped his tongue along my bottom lip in curiosity.

If I was a ship he would be the storm that would sink me.

My hands moved like I didn't even have control over them, and they were laced in his hair before I could even think. His kiss was powerful, and dominant. I felt it as he pushed into me, our tongues meeting as he took whatever control that he wanted.

His lips tasted like mint and scotch, which had become my two favourite flavours despite my hatred of the burning liquor. But there was something about the way it tasted on his lips. It drove me crazy.

His hand moved down my thigh expertly, his fingertips biting at my flesh. "Lorenzo—"I whispered as he trailed himself down to my neck, biting the area which made me gasp.
You know when it feels so good but you know it's wrong In so many fucking ways.

"Lorenzo stop." I groaned as I pushed at his chest, and he took a step back. Just one step.
"I can't." I shook my head as I stared into his eyes, and As I looked at him I saw the waves that crashed behind his eyes. The mess of his hair from my hands pulling at it so desperately and the slight swell of his own lips. He was a beautiful monster, but I knew I couldn't let him have me.

Even though I could so easily throw out my morals, drop my towel and let him—I can't let him have me.

He wiped my kiss off his mouth as he shook his head, and I watched as that angered look came back into his eyes. "So you drop your panties for strangers in clubs but not for me?" He growled before he walked out and slammed the door, leaving me on the counter—my chest moving up and down.

Jumping off the counter I followed him out the door.

"I don't drop my panties for anyone." I yelled as I followed him out of his room and into the kitchen. "And you are one to fucking talk."

"Fuck off Serina." He growled back as he slammed his fist onto the counter. "back the fuck off." He said as he went to move towards me, but he stopped himself.

Scoffing slightly I open my mouth. "What are you going to do Lorenzo? No seriously, are you going to hit me?" My words were like acid. He narrowed his eyes and I saw him clench and unclench his knuckles .

A fear grew in me, because I knew with one hand he could kill me.

"or is there another slut you can fuck away your anger on?" I seethed. In the air I felt the anger from the both of us, and a bitter challenge that begged both of us to enter.

"I should just call that whore from the other night, maybe Ill fuck her on the bathroom counter." He said as he took a step forward, his eyes like steel knives.

I should have known the kiss meant nothing to him.

"Go ahead. Cause there are tons of people in New York for me to 'drop my panties for'." I said, my own fists clenching. "And maybe I will let him take me in his bed. Or I could just suck him off—you know cause I am such a slut." I finished, and I watched as he picked up a plate at threw it so it shattered on the floor. The pieces of glass scattering.

"I only called you a slut cause you kissed Rosario. You let him touch you."  He growled, and I swear I saw steam come out his fucking ears.

The jealousy that seeped off us was raw.

"I only kissed Rosario because you were fucking that gonorrhoea hoe." I screamed as I walked up to him, I was so much shorter then him that he had to look down at me.

"Good thing I fucking shot him."

"Fuck You Lorenzo."

"Gladly fuck me Serina." He grunted.

Giving him the finger I shook my head. "Go piss up a rope Dickwad." He was one hell of a storm, but I am a unsinkable fucking boat.

Squeezing my hair in my hands, I sighed loudly. "Kye was right—I shouldn't bother waiting for you or protecting you."

"I don't need you to do fuck all for me."

"oh really? Not even for whatever deal I am apart of?" I said as I glanced at the knife that rested on the counter and I picked it up and watched him lunge forward slightly.

Placing it on my chest I watched him tense further, his eyes warning mine. "What if I just said fuck it—It'd be so much easier right?" I say  as the tip of the knife rested delicately on the part of my skin on my chest that wasn't covered by the towel.

I was so fucking crazy and messed up that It wasn't even funny.

"Don't-"he growled urgently, almost desperately.

"Don't What? Do what you really want me to?"  I said as I twisted the knife, and smiled as he closed his eyes and brought his hand up.

"I don't want that Serina." He growled as he walked up to me and grabbed he knife out of my hand before I could react and threw it at the cabinets—the knife sticking out of the sliced wood.

I knew he didn't want me dead, that was clear the first day he chose not to kill me. "Then what do you want?" My words sharp—sharp like a machete or maybe even a spear.

"I want you all to myself. I want you to be my treasure, mine." He growled dominantly as he walked up close to me "But I can't fucking keep you, but I also can't let you go—" his words were angry, and his chest moved heavily.

"—I want a lot of things Serina, and your death isn't one of them."

I am pretty sure The bad Fish taco I ate that made me violently throw up was not cooked—And it's crazy because I love fish tacos and now I can never look at them the same.

Anyways despite my revolting sickness, I am doing great.

I know schools starting for you—are you ready for school? Or if you are out of school what do you miss least about it—

I know that I will not miss getting up early because I am pretty much nocturnal at this point.

BUT BACK TO THE REAL SHIT—THEY FUCKING KISSED??????

AND HE SAID HE WANTED A LOT OF THINGS FROM HER LIKE WHATTT—hehe

I actually love love love writing this because I pretty much just make shit up as I go and am just clueless as you are for what is going to happen.

I mean I know the whole base and what is going to do down and the big hehe upcoming events and certain scenes I know I want to include that I have thought up using my twisted little head, but all the little details I make up as I go—great right.

Xoxo- AbigalKnightly