Beautiful Disaster - Chapter 6

Chelsea's P.O.V

I sucked in a short lungful of air. Boy was he gorgeous. The blanket he had been sleeping which had lowered to his waist and had revealed his lean torso. His broad shoulders, the long, elegant muscles of his body, the lithe strength that seemed to radiate from him almost as an extension of his powerful personality all seemed to capture her in bewitched ease. He was entirely to compelling for her peace of mind, devil take him.

He knew entirely to well he was affecting her. Heaven help her if he knew how fast her heart was beating. She stopped staring at him even if that wasn't what she really wanted but instead focused her eyes on the rising sun.

It was a beautiful way to wake up in the morning. The sun was just rising and it gave a pinkish orange glow to the early morning. I don't know but as a little girl I'd always wake up and enjoy moments like these and I'd treasure every second I had before it would vanish as I'd look forward to the day ahead. Now growing up I didn't feel the sadness that I used to feel thinking I was unwanted. My thoughts were interrupted when I realized Rein was talking to me of some matter.

"I'm sorry but can you repeat that," I interrupted.

"I asked if you were okay."

"Yes, why would you ask that?"

"Well for a second this look of sadness washed over you and you seemed to be in a faraway place."

"Yes, I'm fine. Do you mind," I said pointing at his stomach.

"Oh sorry. Forgot about that."

He reached to the chair that was next to the couch and put the robe on. I'm pretty sure that underneath that blanket he was in the nude because he was still seated on the couch in the same position as when she entered except now he was wearing a robe. Oh Gosh. Please don't move or get up I begged in my head.

"I have quite a few questions to ask you Mr. Pierce."

"I knew it was too good to be true."

"Why would you say that?"

"I thought by distracting you, you would have forgotten about everything else but apparently I was wrong."

"Yes you were. Now why did I find myself in an unknown room and only in my undergarments? You think you can clear that up?"

"That was two questions if you didn't know realize."

"Yes I hasten to add that I did. Now quit trying to distract me and answer the questions."

"Do recall being unconscious for a while."

"No. Are you trying to trick me."

"Believe me I wouldn't want to even if I could."

"Okay, so I don't recall being unconscious so can you explain how that possibly happened?"

He did a recap of what had happened during the last couple of hours and had her feeling dizzy with fear of what might have been. If it weren't for Rein who knows what would have happened.

"Th-thank you. For everything."

"It was no big deal."

Nobody had ever cared about how I was or how I felt when I was a little girl. They thought of me as invisible when I tried getting their attention. They threw me around like trash not caring how I felt about the sudden change of atmosphere between my parents.

I always hated coming home after school. Dreaded the moment when I would step through that door and hear the yelling and the breaking of beer bottles. My childhood was not filled with happy memories. My life had never revolved around love. It was always hated that would swoop you off your feet if you let it get a hold of you.

Other children would talk about how wonderful their life was. Everyone came to school and shared stories about their weekends and the vacations they went on. I just sat engulfed by the stories that I would have wished were mine. They'd always brag about how lucky they were to live a happy life. Then sometimes they would come to school announcing that they hated their parents because they hadn't taken them where they had wanted to go.

I was always the outcast. The one that never had any friends. The one that kids didn't want to be seen with. Always the one with a stinking life. The little girl who desperately wished to fix the cracks in the relationship of her parents marriage and live a happy life that would be unforgettable, but she had lived a life that she would have wished would have been forgetful. She remembered the bruises that would align with others. Having to wear a sweater for the day so suspicion wouldn't rise and the talking would start spreading rumors that would soon reach my parents ears. The cuts I got from having to pick up the broken glass of beer bottles and the cigarette burns that scarred me for the rest of my life. That's enough Chelsea you don't want to recall those horrible memories that ruined your life forever.

"Chelsea!"

"Huh," I instantly replied snapping out of it.

"You don't look okay. Here sit down," he said scooting over leaving me with enough space for me to sit.

A look of worry crossed his face as he asked, "Are you okay," for the second time in one day.

"Yes... sort of... not really...no."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"It's just nobody has ever cared about how I felt or shown any emotion of caring like you have." A tear had escaped and I hastily wiped it away.

"I won't let anything or anyone ever harm you. Do you understand." I gave a swift nod and blinked back the tears that were threatening to come out.

"Listen to me," he said forcing me to look at him, "I will always care about how you feel and I'll always listen to whatever you have to say. I just don't want you to blame yourself for something you didn't have a say in."

His beautiful face wasn't far from mine. I didn't know who leaned into who but it just happened.

We were getting closer... and closer... and closer...

A mere inch separated us and we leaned in closer and...