CHAPTER 5: Blood And Glass

Andrew's POV:

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In this world there are people more fragile than others, that don't mean they're weak or dramatic; it means they're more human than the ones who feel ashamed about showing their vulnerable side.

The stiff people who refuse to cry, because to them it's a weakness if you let loose of your tears, and whoever does cry is definitely a loser and a weak person.

The funny thing is, there isn't 'a weak person' and 'a strong person'. Actually, there are people who embrace what they are, they act based on their true pure nature and they don't fool anyone.

On the other hand, there are the less evolved humans who prefer to hurt everyone rather than to let go of their false pride.

Instead of shaming those honest hurting souls I believe that we should help them get through their obstacles and try to understand them better than staring at them helplessly falling apart to tiny shattered pieces. Because let me assure you that they are the majority.

I of all people can understand that very clearly and I do feel all those complicated yet normal emotions.

Yes, I stand here for all of our generation to say that I see you and I feel you, and I know that it's very hard to live with all of these complexes and messed up reality.

I couldn't wait any longer. I already stayed pacing back and forth in front of her door for like half an hour; I was lost in my own unsure thoughts about what could happen to her and why didn't she wait for me.

And just to be super honest here, I was so afraid, that my hands were shaking in an unnatural way. Because my hands don't shake, like never ever.

I broke in to the apartment using my strong muscular shoulders just to make sure that she is not inside and not harmed. But to my surprise there's actual blood on the floor.

I begin to freak out. What the hell happened here? More importantly what happened to Jessica? I really don't know what to do or what to think I just am shocked at the sight of blood.

I try to move my eyes from the first trace of blood I noticed, to see that the fresh bright red colour is going all the way to the bathroom but it's like fading away the more it gets closer to it. Yet, I see that the real ones are from her bedroom. I really hope it's not Jessica's own blood.

I go straight to her room just to know that it is indeed the source of blood. Now, I'm certain that she is not here, plus the glass mirror is broken to pieces with a lot of blood near it and mixed with it.

I notice that her phone is on the bed. Great! Now how can I contact her, I follow the drops of blood that leads me straight to the bathroom and I am stunned; the sink is full of blood and there is a bloody towel.

I feel dizzy, and I can't think straight. She's hurt, I can feel it, she's hurt and alone, which means she needs me. But where did she go exactly? And what happened in those few minutes that turned our lives upside down?

This time is not the first time; she did it so many times, claiming that she doesn't need anyone, even me.

She just disappears for days, without leaving me a single message or telling me where she goes.

And what about me? I'm just supposed to stay calm and steady until she comes back from her secret confinement. And I'm supposed to be all happy and excited when she does.

I try to understand her, I really do. I always try to puzzle over her actions, and what makes her so unpredictable and confusing, but this is kind of impossible in my case given that I know literally nothing about her family and she doesn't have any friends.

Every time she vanishes, it is up to me to find her. But the thing is, I always have no idea where to begin and I can ask about her. So as I mentioned before I just wait for her until she comes out of her isolation, blocking me from asking her where she was, or with who and why she disappeared in the first place.

I know it's pathetic and not manly of my part but it is what it is.

We practically just keep going with our lives like nothing ever happened, and Jess herself expects me to act accordingly.

Except the fact that those previous times, there was neither broken glass nor blood.

This time I won't wait for her until she reaches me first, I really have this feeling that she won't be capable to come back on her own.

God knows in what physical state she is now.

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*Flashback*

"Oh! My! ...just don't stop! Please!" Jessica moans, while grabbing on the sheets before her so hard that her knuckles turn white.

The more she tightens her grip around them, and the more her voice gets louder. The more I feel myself close to edge of my ecstasy, even though I can't see her face right now but I can tell that she's biting on her lower lip and he eyes are shut.

"Jessica!..." I mutter to her, unable to finish what I was going to say because of the pleasure that's taking on my sensitive body part.

I just tighten my grip on her waist instead and she screams with pleasure in response.

I want to tell her how beautiful she is, I want her to know that I will love her no matter what happen between us. I want her to know that she's the only human being that makes me happy.

I want to tell her just how much I am holding on to this life because of her? Because she is with me...

I stop moving as the sweetness of orgasm fades away slowly; Jessica gets herself together as well.

She turns towards so now we are face to face, watching each other naked as we breath heavily from all the work we were doing.

"Don't ever think about leaving me, Andrew. I literally can't live without this" Jess warns me with a serious tone, looking straight into my eyes.

"I could never" I promise her. While I lay back in bed close to her.

She leans on to me, her soft pure hands on my chest. I hold back, fiercely.

*End of Flashback*