Chapter 2

"She was practically the synonym of beauty"

Bryan's POV

I reached out my hand so she could come in through the window. I noticed her trying to look away from my freshly slit arm. She was deferent, she didn't seem disgusted or terrified, or uncomfortable, all I saw in her eyes were a little pity, almost like she understood, but who am I kidding? No one can understand. She was on her way to a club probably, her dark liner could eat her out and her show of tummy as well, she seemed to be used to her sneaking out ritual.

"Club or party?", I asked trying to read her expression but it seemed totally impossible. She just stared at me. "Club", her lips finally mumbled out the word. She finally broke the stare and like a devious smile just washed up her face from nowhere. "You wanna come with?", she asked her smile getting even wider, I hate crowds, yet like her eyes were pleading for me to say yes. "It's a Sunday, maybe next time?", I asked but not really expecting an answer. "Yeah it is so? Come on I want you to meet my friends", she said this time less pleading but a more demanding voice. She was definitely giving me the puppy eyes. "No maybe next, besides, besides I have to clean up this room", I signed around at the boxes in my 'new' room. She looked around nodding as if in understanding. "Oh okay, then I'll give you a hand so we could both head in early for tomorrow". Her statement brought out a scuff and like it made her happy she brought out her phone. "Let me just cancel on my friends, so we could start up cleaning", she said her head faced to her phone as she typed in a message. I nodded and walked back to the table to get my razor. "Excuse", I said heading straight for the bathroom.

I got to the sink turned on the water to rinse the razor. I opened the cabinet to look for some spirit bit everything seemed like lotion. Why would my dad have a friend with no kids or maybe just a son? Where am I going to put my blades when the whole cabinet is full of lotions and hair products. I got out of the bathroom.

She was holding a picture of mum from one of my boxes. I peeped and grabbed it from her, holding her wrist in a tight grip. She seemed so shocked and scared. I loosened my grip letting her wrist go. "You have no spirit in your cabinet", i said placing the picture on the desk. "Ummmm...", she stammered from behind me, I turned around to her, her face completely confused, I probably should get use to seeing her face like this. "I'll go get some, let me help you clean it up", she said finally staring directly at my fresh cuts.

No one has ever cleaned my cuts before.

"Sorry if it hurts", she said pressing a cottage wool soaked in spirit on a deep fresh cut. I was used to it so much that it didn't hurt. I just stared at all her features. Her lips were pouty, a fresh dark shade of pink, no artificial glow, but they were wet from her spit. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun but before it was down. Some of her curly black hair fell on her forehead and sides. Hey skin was light caramel, which was toned at every inch of her body. Her last curved which brought out her coffee brown eyes. She is practically the synonym of beauty, every guy at the club would have had their eyes on her. She was gorgeous, and here she was cleaning my cuts and blowing them softly, making me wish she wouldn't stop.

"Do you always are at a girl when she cleans your cut?", She finally asked breaking my thoughts. "Do you always clean a stranger's cuts?", I asked in response as she finished up and looked up at me with a smile on her face that made her even more alluring.

"Trust me I don't do this often", she finally said after a long stare, making me break a smile unknowingly. "Yeah who would have guessed", I said sarcastically. "So.....", She said still smiling and putting away the first aid."why may I ask were we blessed with your presence in our humble abode?" She said slightly raising an eyebrow. I would laugh but I held it and looked down, pretending to be searching for a reason. "Dad's off to Finland, I don't think it's my scene, so off to your place", i said trying not to give too much out. I knew well enough it was either this or a psych ward and who wouldn't choose a place where no one knew you as a crazy person over a place where you would be constantly treated as a crazy person. Strapped down to a chair and forced to take something that only made the voices so much powerful when they would creep in. 

"Well good choice. Though I heard the Finish are very exciting". She said nodding as if in understanding in a jovial tone. This girl is just doing everything to make me want to smile. "You do know Finland is like the centre of electronic music not to mention they've got amazing clubs", I said pointed of factly in attempt to remove that smile off her face that tempted me to smile too. "Yeah smartass burst my little bubble, go on", she pointed out and I couldn't help but burst out a chuckle. "You're a funny girl, I said standing up from where I sat, she followed my movement. "Yeah yeah, I try, I try", she said as if she was patting herself on the back. Her eyes caught mine, which made me grow steal in an instant. Like she was hypnotysing me, I could feel my breath go shallow as I stared deep in her perfect shades of brown eyes.