Addicted
Title: Addicted
Chapter: 3-4
Rating: PG-R
Summary: After their relationship falls apart, they're left to pick up the pieces, only to fall deeper into the sins of life.
Warnings: angst
Chapter Three
Two cars hastily pulled inside of the parking garage located next to the office of the director of the latest soon to be blockbuster movie called Addiction. The two starring actors were seen slamming their car doors shut and breaking out into sprints to make it to the office on time for their first read-through of the script. With the gentlemen ways that were still left in the male actor, he let the female actor enter the last available elevator while he turned to the others to wait.
Will sighed as he stared at the highly polished steel elevator doors inside of the office building. He hadn’t even dared to look at his script, and had spent all of his time inside of his apartment reminiscing over forgotten memories, only leaving if he ran out of tea bags. The hollow ding of the elevator arriving stirred him out of his dismal thoughts, and he stepped inside to be taken to his fate.
Anna had just arrived at the door of the director’s office, still breathing heavily from the sprint to the office building from her car. She turned the cold handle of the door and walked inside as the door squeaked. She could see the director looking out of the window across the room, and she figured that he probably seen their mad dash to make it here on time. She tensed as she felt a hand on her shoulder, and she turned around to look at who had placed the offending hand on her. Anna was face to face with Will, once again, and she sharply turned around again and walked further into the room.
The director turned his gaze from the window to the two actors who stood inside of his office, and clapped his hands together.
“Let’s begin,” he said brightly, a smile on his face.
- ~ -
He could immediately tell that neither of the two actors had taken a look at their script, seeing as they stumbled across the lines. He sighed and ran his hands through his rapidly diminishing brown hair, and turned to look at the two of them.
“I’m guessing that neither of the two of you has read nor even bothered to look at your scripts, right?”
They both nodded their heads grimly, waiting for the punishment that they were sure that they were about to receive.
“Seeing that the both of you don’t seem to be getting along, spend some time together before next weeks script reading. Same time, same place,” the director said.
Anna was opening her mouth to object until the director looked at her, and said, “You will be spending months together on this movie once we finally get on location. If either of you two wants your careers back, then you had better get along on this! I hate being tough on you guys, but you’re forcing me to be like this.”
Anna sighed dismally while she gathered her things, sensing that this eventful script reading was over.
Will joined her at the door, and opened it for her, letting her go out first, but for a second there, both of their hands had touched and a familiar spark had gone through both of their bodies until they had quickly separated and rushed out to the parking garage.
The director smiled as he leaned back in his chair, seeing the “hidden” moment between the two of them. “Maybe this isn’t going to turn out so badly after all,” he thought to himself.
- ~ -
Anna leaned heavily against her car, fumbling inside of her purse for her keys, when Will walked up behind her.
“Hey,” he said.
She looked up briefly, and whispered, “Hey,” in response.
“Um…I was wondering, since we have to hang out together, if you wanted to go to dinner tonight? You know, to hang out,” he said, pausing every so often.
Anna looked up at him again, this time for more than a brief glance, searching his eyes for something that she didn’t find. She doubted that she had the strength to last through even one dinner with him, but she sighed as she looked up at the office building where their director had just ordered them to “hang out”.
“What time?” she asked hesitantly.
Will smiled for once in a long time, “I’ll pick you up at 6,” he said while wracking his brain for a restaurant to take her to until he landed on one that was perfect for the occasion. “Dress nicely,” he said.
And with that, he was gone. Anna was left looking at his back while he walked away, his nervous hands in his pockets. She smiled briefly at his retreating back, then lowered herself into her car and drove home.
“Tonight is going to be interesting,” she thought, “but what am I going to wear?”
The old thoughts of being nervous about her appearance whenever he saw her were starting to return to Anna without her knowing it, and she kind of liked it. It was a change from the hollow feelings that she had felt inside of herself for the past time.
A second smile spread across her face as her apartment building appeared into view.
- ~ -
He was walking outside of her door nervously, pausing every so often to lift his hand to knock on her door, and then quickly shoving it back into his jacket pocket. He was dressed in black slacks, a black dinner jacket, and a cornflower blue button down shirt, looking all the part of the gentlemen that he used to be.
Finally gathering the courage, he knocked once on the door before it was whipped open by Anna. His breath caught in his throat as he looked at her. Her hair was softly curled, and she wore a black Grecian style dress, with a piece of lace around the bottom of her bust, making it empire style, and the same lace was used for the two straps of the dress.
She stepped out into the light and spun around once, truly enjoying herself for the first time in a long time.
“Wow,” was all he managed to get out. She looked stunning, as usual, and familiar feelings were starting to bubble up inside of him as she stood, glowing, in front of her apartment door.
“You clean up nicely yourself,” she said in reply. That was an understatement. Her breath had caught in her throat when she saw him dressed up. He looked handsome, almost like Prince Charming out of all of the Disney stories, but only in real life.
They were stuck in a trance just looking at each other, when Anna jokingly asked, “Are you going to stare at me all night, or are we going out to eat, because I’m hungry.”
Will smiled at Anna, took her arm, and led her down to his car. They had somehow fallen into the comfortable pattern that they had not stepped into for a long while. They were talking peacefully with each other, and they both had smiled for the first time since the incident. No walls or fakes masks were present at this outing, nor were present in them. They were rebuilding their lives and their relationship with every step that they took down the carpeted hallway.
Will opened the passenger door for Anna, helped her in, then walked to the driver door, got in, and started the car.
Anna looked out the window over the river as they were driving, watching the beginnings of the sunset occur, blinding out the dying street lamps. The world seemed to be washed in the light, and everything looked different as if it were being recreated like she was.
“So, where are we going?” Anna asked.
“You’ll see,” was all Will would reveal.
They kept on driving along the river with the sunset growing in colour and shape every few seconds until they reached a restaurant by the name of Tuscany. Anna smirked once she recognized the restaurant.
“Sunset service?” she asked Will.
“You’ve got it,” Will replied back.
They walked into the restaurant together, and got a table next to the wall of glass windows that overlooked the river and the glowing sunset, which had turned most of the shades of the rainbow by the time that they had sat down.
Anna felt a sense of peace fall over her. She no longer was feeling the emptiness that she had felt for the past months, but she could not yet describe what she was feeling at the moment. She was still too scared to fall in love again because she never wanted to be reduced to the shell of a person that she once had been, but every time she looked into Will’s eyes, she felt herself falling into him, which both scared and excited her at the same time. She was falling and she didn’t think that she could stop herself.
- ~ -
The last remnants of the dying sunset cast light over the half-finished plates of food that were in front of Anna and Will. The evening had been filled with light conversation but not without its share of awkward pauses, seeing as they two were still getting used to each other.
Will took a sip of his drink, and set it down carefully, rolling the words that he was going to say around in his mouth.
“Anna,” Will said as Anna cast her eyes upon him, “I just want to thank you for even bothering to speak to me after everything that I’ve done to you. I-I’ve been horrible, stupid, and all sorts of things to you that I’ve never meant to do. I’ve caused you to basically kill your spirit, and I can never forgive myself for doing that to you.”
Will paused for a second, breathing heavily while Anna’s eyes started to darken at the memories that she was barely suppressing of her past, which were starting to come to the surface because of Will’s words.
“I’m sorry,” Will managed to release these words from his mouth, which sent Anna reeling. She was unprepared for his apology and resorted back into her old habits; to put up walls.
She glared at Will, and snapped at him, “Take me home.”
Will could only look back in surprise, wondering what he had done this time, and walked with Anna back to his car after paying for the meal.
The drive home was anything but friendly, as Anna stared coldly out of her window at the passing streets and buildings, and Will gripped the steering wheel into his hands and turned the corners tighter than was needed. This night had gone from the glimmer of a new hope for their lives to a bleak scene of misery in no less than two minutes, showing just how delicate their lives and relationship at this point were; one wrongly placed word or action could snap them in half and it would be the end of everything.
By the time they had reached Anna’s apartment, she was in a much worse mood, seeing as she had time to stew over everything during the drive to her apartment, and Will was just as bitter about the evening as Anna was.
Both of their car doors were slammed roughly into Will’s car as they pounded up the steps to Anna’s apartment.
Anna threw the door to her apartment open and right when she was slamming it shut, Will’s hand came out and stopped the door in its course of action. Anna could only glower at Will, ripping open the door, and snarling, “Get in, then, if you’re so insistent to piss me off further.”
Will walked into the apartment, and Anna shoved him out of the way to finally close the door. She turned around after locking it, and was quickly shoved against the door. Will closed his mouth over hers and pressed against her, causing her back to arc up against the door; her face tilting even more into Wills. The kiss was fueled by anger and frustration that they had both been bottling up. Lips moved against other lips, and tongues were roughly shoved into the other’s mouths. Will hands moved up behind Anna’s neck, and he pressed a path down her back with his hard fingers, causing red scratches to occur. Anna broke from the kiss and had enough time to slap William before he captured her neck with his mouth. She banged her head against the door as Will’s mouth continued to suck her creamy white neck. She used this opportunity to scratch and mar Will’s back as he had done to hers, and ground her hips roughly up against his manhood, which was quickly becoming hard.
Will stopped from his ministrations, angrily ripped the top of Anna’s dress off of her, and started his hands on a path down to her breasts. Anna arched back against the door once more as one of Will’s hands began to squeeze one, and he began to suck and bite on the other. His mouth moved to an upper part of her breast, and he ended up drawing blood in his rage. The blood started to run its way between her breasts, so he roughly squeezed both breasts, and licked the offending stream off blood off of her snow-like skin.
Anna moaned against her will, suppressing the urge to scream. He finally relinquished her breasts, giving her the time to throw him onto the ground, strip him of his shirt, and straddle him. Anna began her own path of biting his neck while her hands were busy running up and down his well-defined torso, leaving scratches in her hand’s wake from her fingernails. Biting down his neck, she left marks that acted as a brand. “Once all of the whores that he sleeps with see these, they won’t want his business anymore, and he’ll be out of luck,” she thought cruelly. A hateful smile twisted onto her face as she ground herself even harder down onto Will’s hardness, staring at Will the whole time as Will was struggling to suppress his own moans.
She leaned down to whisper into his ear while still continuing her rough actions, “You’ll never find anyone like me.”
While saying this, Anna reached down into his pants, and gripped his hard member, scratching it in the process with her fingernails, causing Will to climax. She released him once his orgasm had worn off and he had sat up, with her still sitting on his lap. She grinned cruelly once again, and walked to the bathroom, Will following her like she knew that he would.
Once she reached the door, she locked herself inside, and started to reach her own climax, moaning loudly to give Will a show. She could hear him lean against the wall, and she could picture him; leaning against the wall, one hand on his hardening member that was rubbing it roughly to try and find release with his ear against the door, hearing the degrading of her dignity and soul while she searched for her own release to spite him.
She found it and moaned loudly to where she was almost screaming, and she arched her back against the wall, letting her orgasm ride out. Anna could hear Will’s panting through the door, and a grimace crossed her face while she slid down the rough wall of the bathroom, tears rolling down her face. A sob escaped her lips, and she heard Will toggle the bathroom knob and call out, “Anna?” but she did not dare to reply.
After what seem like hours, she finally heard Will take his hand off of the doorknob, walk down the hall, and hear him shut the door to her apartment with a final click of the knob. Even after that, she waited another hour to make sure she wasn’t imagining anything in her delusional state, and shakily walked out of the bathroom, and saw his shirt in the front hallway. She fell to the floor and grabbed his shirt, burying her tears into it as his scent filled her nose. She stared at the white door where just previously she had hit her head into it in a fit of passion and anger, but now it was just a reminder of how she had let Will walk out of her life once again.
Chapter Four
Empty. That one word was enough to describe the hollowness flowing throughout her as she lay sprawled out on the floor of her apartment, bathed in the sunlight coming in from the window nearby. Dried lines of tears mark her face, while her brown eyes are rimmed with ruby red that tapers off into fingers over the rest of her eyes. Her throat has dried out from her uncontrollable sobbing from before which has torn her throat raw until she can hardly exhale. Sorrow, pain, and loss wash over her like waves, reminding her constantly of what she lost. Of the very person that she let walk out of that door because she was too stupid and wrapped up in her sadistic games to stop him in time, in time to keep him here beside her. Where she wanted, no, needed him to be.
More raw pain ran through her veins as she gave a feeble attempt to sit upright. Her eyes were still bleary from her past hours of mourning as the sunlight intruded even more into her field of vision. Standing up, she shuffled her way into her bathroom, and came face-to-face with herself in the bathroom mirror attached to her medicine cabinet. New tears sprung to her eyes as she truly witnesses her degraded form with her own eyes for the first time in years. What have I done to myself? She precariously edged away from her disgruntled figure in the mirror and sat down on the edge of her bath tub, hugs herself, and let the tears fall anew down her bare arms. Keep this up, Anna, she thought to herself, and you’ll end up like you did after Mark. Stopping her crying at the thought of him, she tightened her grip on her upper arms, causing half-moon circles to appear, and shuttered from the repulsive memories of her past relationship before him.
- - -
Everything had been great; Mark was handsome, considerate, smart, and not to mention easy on the eyes, and he was hers. No longer was she the wallflower watching her friends get the guys, but she had her own, and was in love. Truly, deeply, head over heels in love.
But every happy situation comes with a price, and she soon discovered what exactly her sister had been showing Mark about her new house when she walked in on them in the midst of their passion.
Being young, almost naïve in a way, she shattered instantaneously. Breaking up with him on the spot, she became a shell of her former self and swore off of love, knowing from her one experience with it that it is only a dream written about by Shakespeare.
But when Will entered her life during the castings for The Chronicles of Narnia movies, everything changed and she found herself falling, against her will and all of her sense, in love once again. And hearing about Will cheating on her with that girl shattered her once again. Except this time instead of becoming a recluse, she was introduced to the devil in a beverage form, alcohol, and sold her soul to it without a second thought. But after seeing Will anew after all of these years of her self-imposed anguish and torment, her plastered façade of alcohol and false independence crumbled leaving her with the question: Why does he still have this pull over me? Why am I still affected by him after all of the things that he has done to me?
Not finding her answers in the tiled floor of her bathroom, her mind fleets to the thought of drowning it all out again with alcohol, but she stops herself. After seeing just how kind the liquid devil is to her, she can no longer find solace in it: the draw of the liquid over her has broken, and she is left with all of the thoughts that she had pushed away for so long that could never be drowned out. Her resolve set, Anna walks into the kitchen, pillages her liquor supply, and sends her old therapist down the drain of her kitchen sink. Even knowing what she does, she tries to find answers in the swirling of the alcohol down the drain, but it helps her no further than her bathroom tiles. The only place she can find the answers is in herself, and that is the scariest solution of them all.
- ~ -
1:25. Will groaned and turned his back to his clock once again, facing the skyline view of the city outside of his flat window. He finds himself in his bed, dwindling away the hours once again after consuming three cups of tea, flipping through the television selection, and failing at reading a book. Thoughts of last night’s disastrous outing race through his mind, and he is only left to grab at an abstract conclusion to the problems that presented themselves last night.
The evening had started out wonderfully, but slowly and steadily decreased until the atomic bomb dropped and all that was left was wreckage. He thought that Anna had finally turned around; she had finally forgiven him. But first appearances aren’t everything, and Will was fooled into a false hope. Being around Anna last night was like trying to please an angered cobra snake: nothing you do will calm it down until it strikes. And boy, did she strike last night.
Wiping his lips with the back of his hand, he recalls how powerful that first kiss had been. Every pent up emotion that they had both experienced over the past years of their separation had gone into it and it turned into a passionate combination of forgiveness, love, anger, hate, sorrow, despair, and everything in between. Yet he didn’t view the situation like Anna, and soon found himself pounding at her locked bathroom door while she tried to finish her torturing of him. But once the reality sunk in, Will realized how raw Anna had left him after last night. He had tried every way of making Anna understand his side of the story, to try and get her to turn her thinking around, but nothing worked. He was left grasping at the one thing that he couldn’t have.
Sighing, Will rubbed his arm on his neck hoping for something to turn Anna around. Because after all of these years of cheap whores and shallow relationships, he came to the dead end that nothing can replace Anna. No amount of money, women, or success can replace her smile, kiss, and her essence. The things that made her Anna are the things that made him fall in love with her. And with her gone, Will has a part of him missing that no amount of debauchery can fill in.
His doorbell rang out of the blue, and he scrambled to the door, and came face-to-face with Anna.
Speak of the devil and the devil shall come. But in this case, the devil wasn’t a devil at all; but Anna. And here she was, on his doorstep, gathering up her intellect and emotions, and managed a, “I’m sorry,” before breaking down into his arms.
Chapter: 3-4
Rating: PG-R
Summary: After their relationship falls apart, they're left to pick up the pieces, only to fall deeper into the sins of life.
Warnings: angst
Chapter Three
Two cars hastily pulled inside of the parking garage located next to the office of the director of the latest soon to be blockbuster movie called Addiction. The two starring actors were seen slamming their car doors shut and breaking out into sprints to make it to the office on time for their first read-through of the script. With the gentlemen ways that were still left in the male actor, he let the female actor enter the last available elevator while he turned to the others to wait.
Will sighed as he stared at the highly polished steel elevator doors inside of the office building. He hadn’t even dared to look at his script, and had spent all of his time inside of his apartment reminiscing over forgotten memories, only leaving if he ran out of tea bags. The hollow ding of the elevator arriving stirred him out of his dismal thoughts, and he stepped inside to be taken to his fate.
Anna had just arrived at the door of the director’s office, still breathing heavily from the sprint to the office building from her car. She turned the cold handle of the door and walked inside as the door squeaked. She could see the director looking out of the window across the room, and she figured that he probably seen their mad dash to make it here on time. She tensed as she felt a hand on her shoulder, and she turned around to look at who had placed the offending hand on her. Anna was face to face with Will, once again, and she sharply turned around again and walked further into the room.
The director turned his gaze from the window to the two actors who stood inside of his office, and clapped his hands together.
“Let’s begin,” he said brightly, a smile on his face.
- ~ -
He could immediately tell that neither of the two actors had taken a look at their script, seeing as they stumbled across the lines. He sighed and ran his hands through his rapidly diminishing brown hair, and turned to look at the two of them.
“I’m guessing that neither of the two of you has read nor even bothered to look at your scripts, right?”
They both nodded their heads grimly, waiting for the punishment that they were sure that they were about to receive.
“Seeing that the both of you don’t seem to be getting along, spend some time together before next weeks script reading. Same time, same place,” the director said.
Anna was opening her mouth to object until the director looked at her, and said, “You will be spending months together on this movie once we finally get on location. If either of you two wants your careers back, then you had better get along on this! I hate being tough on you guys, but you’re forcing me to be like this.”
Anna sighed dismally while she gathered her things, sensing that this eventful script reading was over.
Will joined her at the door, and opened it for her, letting her go out first, but for a second there, both of their hands had touched and a familiar spark had gone through both of their bodies until they had quickly separated and rushed out to the parking garage.
The director smiled as he leaned back in his chair, seeing the “hidden” moment between the two of them. “Maybe this isn’t going to turn out so badly after all,” he thought to himself.
- ~ -
Anna leaned heavily against her car, fumbling inside of her purse for her keys, when Will walked up behind her.
“Hey,” he said.
She looked up briefly, and whispered, “Hey,” in response.
“Um…I was wondering, since we have to hang out together, if you wanted to go to dinner tonight? You know, to hang out,” he said, pausing every so often.
Anna looked up at him again, this time for more than a brief glance, searching his eyes for something that she didn’t find. She doubted that she had the strength to last through even one dinner with him, but she sighed as she looked up at the office building where their director had just ordered them to “hang out”.
“What time?” she asked hesitantly.
Will smiled for once in a long time, “I’ll pick you up at 6,” he said while wracking his brain for a restaurant to take her to until he landed on one that was perfect for the occasion. “Dress nicely,” he said.
And with that, he was gone. Anna was left looking at his back while he walked away, his nervous hands in his pockets. She smiled briefly at his retreating back, then lowered herself into her car and drove home.
“Tonight is going to be interesting,” she thought, “but what am I going to wear?”
The old thoughts of being nervous about her appearance whenever he saw her were starting to return to Anna without her knowing it, and she kind of liked it. It was a change from the hollow feelings that she had felt inside of herself for the past time.
A second smile spread across her face as her apartment building appeared into view.
- ~ -
He was walking outside of her door nervously, pausing every so often to lift his hand to knock on her door, and then quickly shoving it back into his jacket pocket. He was dressed in black slacks, a black dinner jacket, and a cornflower blue button down shirt, looking all the part of the gentlemen that he used to be.
Finally gathering the courage, he knocked once on the door before it was whipped open by Anna. His breath caught in his throat as he looked at her. Her hair was softly curled, and she wore a black Grecian style dress, with a piece of lace around the bottom of her bust, making it empire style, and the same lace was used for the two straps of the dress.
She stepped out into the light and spun around once, truly enjoying herself for the first time in a long time.
“Wow,” was all he managed to get out. She looked stunning, as usual, and familiar feelings were starting to bubble up inside of him as she stood, glowing, in front of her apartment door.
“You clean up nicely yourself,” she said in reply. That was an understatement. Her breath had caught in her throat when she saw him dressed up. He looked handsome, almost like Prince Charming out of all of the Disney stories, but only in real life.
They were stuck in a trance just looking at each other, when Anna jokingly asked, “Are you going to stare at me all night, or are we going out to eat, because I’m hungry.”
Will smiled at Anna, took her arm, and led her down to his car. They had somehow fallen into the comfortable pattern that they had not stepped into for a long while. They were talking peacefully with each other, and they both had smiled for the first time since the incident. No walls or fakes masks were present at this outing, nor were present in them. They were rebuilding their lives and their relationship with every step that they took down the carpeted hallway.
Will opened the passenger door for Anna, helped her in, then walked to the driver door, got in, and started the car.
Anna looked out the window over the river as they were driving, watching the beginnings of the sunset occur, blinding out the dying street lamps. The world seemed to be washed in the light, and everything looked different as if it were being recreated like she was.
“So, where are we going?” Anna asked.
“You’ll see,” was all Will would reveal.
They kept on driving along the river with the sunset growing in colour and shape every few seconds until they reached a restaurant by the name of Tuscany. Anna smirked once she recognized the restaurant.
“Sunset service?” she asked Will.
“You’ve got it,” Will replied back.
They walked into the restaurant together, and got a table next to the wall of glass windows that overlooked the river and the glowing sunset, which had turned most of the shades of the rainbow by the time that they had sat down.
Anna felt a sense of peace fall over her. She no longer was feeling the emptiness that she had felt for the past months, but she could not yet describe what she was feeling at the moment. She was still too scared to fall in love again because she never wanted to be reduced to the shell of a person that she once had been, but every time she looked into Will’s eyes, she felt herself falling into him, which both scared and excited her at the same time. She was falling and she didn’t think that she could stop herself.
- ~ -
The last remnants of the dying sunset cast light over the half-finished plates of food that were in front of Anna and Will. The evening had been filled with light conversation but not without its share of awkward pauses, seeing as they two were still getting used to each other.
Will took a sip of his drink, and set it down carefully, rolling the words that he was going to say around in his mouth.
“Anna,” Will said as Anna cast her eyes upon him, “I just want to thank you for even bothering to speak to me after everything that I’ve done to you. I-I’ve been horrible, stupid, and all sorts of things to you that I’ve never meant to do. I’ve caused you to basically kill your spirit, and I can never forgive myself for doing that to you.”
Will paused for a second, breathing heavily while Anna’s eyes started to darken at the memories that she was barely suppressing of her past, which were starting to come to the surface because of Will’s words.
“I’m sorry,” Will managed to release these words from his mouth, which sent Anna reeling. She was unprepared for his apology and resorted back into her old habits; to put up walls.
She glared at Will, and snapped at him, “Take me home.”
Will could only look back in surprise, wondering what he had done this time, and walked with Anna back to his car after paying for the meal.
The drive home was anything but friendly, as Anna stared coldly out of her window at the passing streets and buildings, and Will gripped the steering wheel into his hands and turned the corners tighter than was needed. This night had gone from the glimmer of a new hope for their lives to a bleak scene of misery in no less than two minutes, showing just how delicate their lives and relationship at this point were; one wrongly placed word or action could snap them in half and it would be the end of everything.
By the time they had reached Anna’s apartment, she was in a much worse mood, seeing as she had time to stew over everything during the drive to her apartment, and Will was just as bitter about the evening as Anna was.
Both of their car doors were slammed roughly into Will’s car as they pounded up the steps to Anna’s apartment.
Anna threw the door to her apartment open and right when she was slamming it shut, Will’s hand came out and stopped the door in its course of action. Anna could only glower at Will, ripping open the door, and snarling, “Get in, then, if you’re so insistent to piss me off further.”
Will walked into the apartment, and Anna shoved him out of the way to finally close the door. She turned around after locking it, and was quickly shoved against the door. Will closed his mouth over hers and pressed against her, causing her back to arc up against the door; her face tilting even more into Wills. The kiss was fueled by anger and frustration that they had both been bottling up. Lips moved against other lips, and tongues were roughly shoved into the other’s mouths. Will hands moved up behind Anna’s neck, and he pressed a path down her back with his hard fingers, causing red scratches to occur. Anna broke from the kiss and had enough time to slap William before he captured her neck with his mouth. She banged her head against the door as Will’s mouth continued to suck her creamy white neck. She used this opportunity to scratch and mar Will’s back as he had done to hers, and ground her hips roughly up against his manhood, which was quickly becoming hard.
Will stopped from his ministrations, angrily ripped the top of Anna’s dress off of her, and started his hands on a path down to her breasts. Anna arched back against the door once more as one of Will’s hands began to squeeze one, and he began to suck and bite on the other. His mouth moved to an upper part of her breast, and he ended up drawing blood in his rage. The blood started to run its way between her breasts, so he roughly squeezed both breasts, and licked the offending stream off blood off of her snow-like skin.
Anna moaned against her will, suppressing the urge to scream. He finally relinquished her breasts, giving her the time to throw him onto the ground, strip him of his shirt, and straddle him. Anna began her own path of biting his neck while her hands were busy running up and down his well-defined torso, leaving scratches in her hand’s wake from her fingernails. Biting down his neck, she left marks that acted as a brand. “Once all of the whores that he sleeps with see these, they won’t want his business anymore, and he’ll be out of luck,” she thought cruelly. A hateful smile twisted onto her face as she ground herself even harder down onto Will’s hardness, staring at Will the whole time as Will was struggling to suppress his own moans.
She leaned down to whisper into his ear while still continuing her rough actions, “You’ll never find anyone like me.”
While saying this, Anna reached down into his pants, and gripped his hard member, scratching it in the process with her fingernails, causing Will to climax. She released him once his orgasm had worn off and he had sat up, with her still sitting on his lap. She grinned cruelly once again, and walked to the bathroom, Will following her like she knew that he would.
Once she reached the door, she locked herself inside, and started to reach her own climax, moaning loudly to give Will a show. She could hear him lean against the wall, and she could picture him; leaning against the wall, one hand on his hardening member that was rubbing it roughly to try and find release with his ear against the door, hearing the degrading of her dignity and soul while she searched for her own release to spite him.
She found it and moaned loudly to where she was almost screaming, and she arched her back against the wall, letting her orgasm ride out. Anna could hear Will’s panting through the door, and a grimace crossed her face while she slid down the rough wall of the bathroom, tears rolling down her face. A sob escaped her lips, and she heard Will toggle the bathroom knob and call out, “Anna?” but she did not dare to reply.
After what seem like hours, she finally heard Will take his hand off of the doorknob, walk down the hall, and hear him shut the door to her apartment with a final click of the knob. Even after that, she waited another hour to make sure she wasn’t imagining anything in her delusional state, and shakily walked out of the bathroom, and saw his shirt in the front hallway. She fell to the floor and grabbed his shirt, burying her tears into it as his scent filled her nose. She stared at the white door where just previously she had hit her head into it in a fit of passion and anger, but now it was just a reminder of how she had let Will walk out of her life once again.
Chapter Four
Empty. That one word was enough to describe the hollowness flowing throughout her as she lay sprawled out on the floor of her apartment, bathed in the sunlight coming in from the window nearby. Dried lines of tears mark her face, while her brown eyes are rimmed with ruby red that tapers off into fingers over the rest of her eyes. Her throat has dried out from her uncontrollable sobbing from before which has torn her throat raw until she can hardly exhale. Sorrow, pain, and loss wash over her like waves, reminding her constantly of what she lost. Of the very person that she let walk out of that door because she was too stupid and wrapped up in her sadistic games to stop him in time, in time to keep him here beside her. Where she wanted, no, needed him to be.
More raw pain ran through her veins as she gave a feeble attempt to sit upright. Her eyes were still bleary from her past hours of mourning as the sunlight intruded even more into her field of vision. Standing up, she shuffled her way into her bathroom, and came face-to-face with herself in the bathroom mirror attached to her medicine cabinet. New tears sprung to her eyes as she truly witnesses her degraded form with her own eyes for the first time in years. What have I done to myself? She precariously edged away from her disgruntled figure in the mirror and sat down on the edge of her bath tub, hugs herself, and let the tears fall anew down her bare arms. Keep this up, Anna, she thought to herself, and you’ll end up like you did after Mark. Stopping her crying at the thought of him, she tightened her grip on her upper arms, causing half-moon circles to appear, and shuttered from the repulsive memories of her past relationship before him.
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Everything had been great; Mark was handsome, considerate, smart, and not to mention easy on the eyes, and he was hers. No longer was she the wallflower watching her friends get the guys, but she had her own, and was in love. Truly, deeply, head over heels in love.
But every happy situation comes with a price, and she soon discovered what exactly her sister had been showing Mark about her new house when she walked in on them in the midst of their passion.
Being young, almost naïve in a way, she shattered instantaneously. Breaking up with him on the spot, she became a shell of her former self and swore off of love, knowing from her one experience with it that it is only a dream written about by Shakespeare.
But when Will entered her life during the castings for The Chronicles of Narnia movies, everything changed and she found herself falling, against her will and all of her sense, in love once again. And hearing about Will cheating on her with that girl shattered her once again. Except this time instead of becoming a recluse, she was introduced to the devil in a beverage form, alcohol, and sold her soul to it without a second thought. But after seeing Will anew after all of these years of her self-imposed anguish and torment, her plastered façade of alcohol and false independence crumbled leaving her with the question: Why does he still have this pull over me? Why am I still affected by him after all of the things that he has done to me?
Not finding her answers in the tiled floor of her bathroom, her mind fleets to the thought of drowning it all out again with alcohol, but she stops herself. After seeing just how kind the liquid devil is to her, she can no longer find solace in it: the draw of the liquid over her has broken, and she is left with all of the thoughts that she had pushed away for so long that could never be drowned out. Her resolve set, Anna walks into the kitchen, pillages her liquor supply, and sends her old therapist down the drain of her kitchen sink. Even knowing what she does, she tries to find answers in the swirling of the alcohol down the drain, but it helps her no further than her bathroom tiles. The only place she can find the answers is in herself, and that is the scariest solution of them all.
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1:25. Will groaned and turned his back to his clock once again, facing the skyline view of the city outside of his flat window. He finds himself in his bed, dwindling away the hours once again after consuming three cups of tea, flipping through the television selection, and failing at reading a book. Thoughts of last night’s disastrous outing race through his mind, and he is only left to grab at an abstract conclusion to the problems that presented themselves last night.
The evening had started out wonderfully, but slowly and steadily decreased until the atomic bomb dropped and all that was left was wreckage. He thought that Anna had finally turned around; she had finally forgiven him. But first appearances aren’t everything, and Will was fooled into a false hope. Being around Anna last night was like trying to please an angered cobra snake: nothing you do will calm it down until it strikes. And boy, did she strike last night.
Wiping his lips with the back of his hand, he recalls how powerful that first kiss had been. Every pent up emotion that they had both experienced over the past years of their separation had gone into it and it turned into a passionate combination of forgiveness, love, anger, hate, sorrow, despair, and everything in between. Yet he didn’t view the situation like Anna, and soon found himself pounding at her locked bathroom door while she tried to finish her torturing of him. But once the reality sunk in, Will realized how raw Anna had left him after last night. He had tried every way of making Anna understand his side of the story, to try and get her to turn her thinking around, but nothing worked. He was left grasping at the one thing that he couldn’t have.
Sighing, Will rubbed his arm on his neck hoping for something to turn Anna around. Because after all of these years of cheap whores and shallow relationships, he came to the dead end that nothing can replace Anna. No amount of money, women, or success can replace her smile, kiss, and her essence. The things that made her Anna are the things that made him fall in love with her. And with her gone, Will has a part of him missing that no amount of debauchery can fill in.
His doorbell rang out of the blue, and he scrambled to the door, and came face-to-face with Anna.
Speak of the devil and the devil shall come. But in this case, the devil wasn’t a devil at all; but Anna. And here she was, on his doorstep, gathering up her intellect and emotions, and managed a, “I’m sorry,” before breaking down into his arms.