welcome to my first attempt at a one shot! I hope you all like it!
Warning: hella angst lol
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Such a beautiful disaster my life was. One hell after heaven. One wrong choice after a right one. I couldn't call it a train wreck, but simply beautifully disastrous. A life full of nothing but abuse and the mistake of cigarettes...
It was a cold day. Snowflakes dusted the vacant park around me lightly. The beginning of winter always signaled "hell" for me. It meant more days i'd have to spend home. More days of loneliness and abuse. I could risk getting frostbite, or go home to an ass beating for no reason. Frostbite it was...
My feet swung carelessly as I pushed myself back and forth on a swing. The metal chain link beneath one of my hands bit harshly at my skin, but I did my best to ignore it. My body shivered visibly, every strand of hair on my body stood on end, desperately trying to warm me. I hissed as my nipples hardened beneath the thin fabric of my school uniform. My lips were slowly drying up as I pressed a lit cigarette to my lips. I breathed in it's poison, allowing it to kill me as slowly as possible.
"Again?" I sighed, feeling my body become heavier. At that point, I was risking more than just frostbite. My body would give out and I could have frozen to death.
"You've got to be the stupidest human being on this planet," someone sighed from beside me. I could barely look up to see their face. My cigarette slipped from my fingers and into the snow, my body followed suit. The snow was harsh on my pale skin. My skirt completely rode up my thighs, exposing me completely. The snow showed no mercy and I whimpered, begging myself to pass out and die.
I don't remember how what happened after i fell. All I know is that I woke up beneath warm blankets. I was no longer shivering, but confused. I crawled under the mysterious covers more, breathing in calmly. I wished for the smell of flowers instead of the usual beer and cigarettes of my sheets, but instead smelled.. mint. It was faint, but tickled my sense of smell. I held the sheets closer, letting out a soft moan as I breathed in more of the intoxicating scent.
"Do I smell that good?" I heard a deep, gruff voice chuckle from beside me. I raised my brow curiously, peeping over my shoulder, pushing the sheets down a bit. Sure enough, there sat a beautiful man. His lips curved up further eventually forming into a cute box shaped smile as he noticed me staring. His hair was tinted a pastel lavender that begged my fingers to brush through the soft looking locks. His face was ridiculously proportionate. In fact, the only thing that wouldn't match if you doubled up one half of his face, was the tiny beauty mark on the lower tip of his nose.
The one book he was reading sat comfortably in his lap, among the other sea of books spread across the bed. His black shirt and jeans clung to his body, showing me all the dips and curves of his muscles beneath. He was breathtaking. I looked up to meet his chocolate brown eyes once more.
"I don't know. Let me see," I yawned, my brows knitting together curiously. I turned over, scooting closer to his leg, and grabbed the hem of his shirt. At first, I breathed in evenly, but his scent was too much for my mind to handle. I found myself, once again, moaning softly and hugging the fabric closer. My nose brushed his hip slightly and he jumped a bit, but I barely notices.
"I'll take that as a yes," he chuckled once again. I whimpered as he ripped the fabric away from me, only to pull the shirt over his head. "Here," he smiled, handing me his shirt. I nodded, a little taken back at how calmly he reacted. It also took everything in me not to gawk at his chest. I hugged his shirt close, nuzzling my nose in the bundle before curling up.
"You're not... weirded out by me liking the way you smell right?"
"No not really," he sighed, moving forward to flip through the books, marking some pages, reading some, and folding some. "Some people are hyper sensitive to smell. It effects some people in extreme ways, and others not so much. I take it as a compliment-"
"Wait, where even am I?" I suddenly asked, realising that I was, in fact, in his bed. He smiled down at me and I sat up, waiting for an answer.
"You're in my bed, in my house," he giggled, looking away to continue with his books. "I was driving home from work when I saw you just sitting and smoking in the park. You were in a highschool uniform, and literally freezing to death. I was going to ask you if you had a death wish, but you fell off the swing before I could, so I brought you to my house. I had to take off your uniform-"
"What?!" I shouted, looking down and sure enough, I was in my bra and panties. I quickly threw his shirt over my head, pulling the covers over me. "Why?!" I practically shouted at him.
"Your uniform was covered in snow." He sighed, closing half the books, and bringing the further ones closer to him. "You're welcome by the way," he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He looked at me for a moment with soft eyes. "Also, don't tell me anything about you. Not a single thing, okay?"
I raised a brow, and opened my mouth to ask why but he just shook his head, moving back to his books. I groaned in frustration.
"Don't demand something of me without an explanation. I also hate being told what to do, so, my name i-" he cut me off by ripping the quilt away from me. I jumped, pulling his shirt lower to cover myself completely. "What the f-"
"Tell me that all those bruises on your body aren't from you being sexually abused, and then you can tell me your name." He deadpanned. I looked away from him to play with the hem of his shirt, peeping at the bruises and scratches lining my thighs. Anyone could guess physical abuse from my thighs, but their were so many so close to my heat that anyone who saw could tell it was sexual abuse. I sighed, scooting closer to side hug him.
"You're welcome," he smiled, reading a book closely.
"Cigarettes," I said, causing him to look over at me with a confused look on his face. I moved away from him, sitting on my knees. "You can call me Cigarettes if you don't want to know my name. Can I at least know the reason as to why?"
"Because I won't hesitate to literally track down and kill who's doing that to you. I'd gladly go to jail for it. If I know any little thing about you, I'll track you down once you leave, and find them." He deadpanned, placing five books on the floor after marking them with check marks.
"But you don't even know me-"
"I don't have to know you to want justice for you, Cigarettes," He smirked. "I don't think I should tell you anything about me either, just to be safe. Call me Stress." I looked to all the books and decided that was definitely the most fitting name for him.
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