J
Jordan
Guest
I wrap my towel around my body as I step out of the shower. The mirror had fogged and the entire bathroom smelt of my shampoo; a musky smell. Very strong. The ends of my dark haird dripped on the granete floor.
I hear the phone ring. The high ring echos through the house. The only disturbing sound was the ringing of the phone. No one was home, the ringing sounded more detailed because of it. I stumbled down stairs, struggling to keep the towel around myself.
I peek at the caller ID. handling my hair so it wouldn't drip on the phone and cause it damage. I tightned my jaw as I read the name that flashed on the florecent light screen. It was the only source of light downstairs.
I managed to peek at the clock that sat on the fireplace as I walked up stairs. 8: 50 PM.
The phone continued to ring as I changed into a beige cami and black boxers. I stood in front of my mirror. It reflected the light purple wall behind me, my un made bed and me.
It seemed like I wasn't wearing any clothes. Considering the fact that I was a golden beige myself, the cami camoflauged itself against my damp skin.
Shane always used to say my eyes were the perfect shade of brown, my hair was the silk that appeared in his dreams. He also said that I would always be his Beauty. Unfortunately he didn't realize that would make him my Beast. Which he is.
Shane is impressive. So are the lies that left his cold, seductive lips whenever we kissed.
I open my cell phone. The battery icon was flashing.
7 Missed Calls, it read. I hit "View":
Shane
Shane
Shane
Shane
Shane
Shane
Shane
Then screen then faded into a very dark gray. My phone was dead. For once, I didn't care to charge it. I made my out of my room, toward the stairs.
I sat on the first step. I set my face in my cool hands and felt a tear drop disolve into my skin.
I hear the phone ring. The high ring echos through the house. The only disturbing sound was the ringing of the phone. No one was home, the ringing sounded more detailed because of it. I stumbled down stairs, struggling to keep the towel around myself.
I peek at the caller ID. handling my hair so it wouldn't drip on the phone and cause it damage. I tightned my jaw as I read the name that flashed on the florecent light screen. It was the only source of light downstairs.
I managed to peek at the clock that sat on the fireplace as I walked up stairs. 8: 50 PM.
The phone continued to ring as I changed into a beige cami and black boxers. I stood in front of my mirror. It reflected the light purple wall behind me, my un made bed and me.
It seemed like I wasn't wearing any clothes. Considering the fact that I was a golden beige myself, the cami camoflauged itself against my damp skin.
Shane always used to say my eyes were the perfect shade of brown, my hair was the silk that appeared in his dreams. He also said that I would always be his Beauty. Unfortunately he didn't realize that would make him my Beast. Which he is.
Shane is impressive. So are the lies that left his cold, seductive lips whenever we kissed.
I open my cell phone. The battery icon was flashing.
7 Missed Calls, it read. I hit "View":
Shane
Shane
Shane
Shane
Shane
Shane
Shane
Then screen then faded into a very dark gray. My phone was dead. For once, I didn't care to charge it. I made my out of my room, toward the stairs.
I sat on the first step. I set my face in my cool hands and felt a tear drop disolve into my skin.