KBelle’s Comments (group member since Jul 28, 2013)

KBelle’s comments from the The James Academy for the Talented and Gifted group.

She held his face in her hands, her irises and entire body metallic. "Please. Stay with me. Tell me what happened. Tell me what you've gotten into" she begged with pleading eyes.

"No!" She screamed over his noise. What had he gotten into? This was not the Andrew she knew. "I do! I need you or I live in shadow! I spend life getting looked over, stepped on, passed by! Don't you dare do it too!" She cried, standing.

She stood, slipping his sweatshirt on. It came down to the middle of her creamy white thigh. She ran down the front steps towards him, falling and sliding at one point, dirt flying up. "Cheshire! Stop!"

"That's b******t!" He yelled, storming out after her.

She held her hands over her ears, wincing. "Please! Stop!"

She gasped for breath, clutching at her chest as she fell to the bed, crying. "What just happened?" She whispered, looking up at him, fear and distrust in her eyes, like a wild deer.

She opened her eyes suddenly, coughing as she tried to breathe, unable to get a proper breath. "H. H. Help!" She choked out, gripping to his arm.

He breathed heavily and looked at the ground, a hand running through his hair. "I'm not!"

She began convulsing, shaking and shivering as she gasped for air.

He bucked his hips against her, burying himself in her neck as he groaned. "Forget it. You dont want this Sadie"

Her chest heaved before she leaned back against him. Her heart was racing, and she couldn't stop feeling the tears flow down her cheeks. She closed her eyes as her breath became raspy. "Andrew? I..." She passed out, falling limp in her arms.

He pressed his lips against her collarbone, sliding her shirt of as he groaned, his warmth spreading.

"I couldn't lose you. Not again." She whispered, touching the scar at the back of her neck from being spliced open, which disappeared under her towel. She winced at the memory, pressing her forehead against the cool glass, the sapphire pendant hanging under her.

He moaned at that, biting her ear as he smiled, laughing quietly

"No. No don't say that!" She cried, her hands pressing against his chest as she began to cry openly, swallowing hard. "You can't. I need you. And if you say that I..." She shook her head, ducking past him. She found herself once more looking out the window, her face a mask o sadness.

He smirked, his chest perfectly and muscular. His tattoos seemed to snake around him with no end. "Woah tiger" he laughed.

She frowned, the emotions tearing at her as though they were some real, physical threat, trying to ignore the metal covering her feet. "Fr...from you? What, what do you mean Andrew?" She whispered, holding onto his hand, her voice frantic in worry. Why had this all unfolded. She was crying, though she didn't know why. She guessed it was just him, but didn't care at the moment. Her other hand gripped her towel to hold it up.

He moaned, her father the farthest thing from his mind as he leaned her onto the couch, moving to suck on her earlobe.

She stood unmoving, trying to process the moment. What did this mean? Was it true? Or was it only an attempt to keep her as his mistress of sorts, his fly as he was her spider? She sighed, her eyes darting up to his with some mix of despair and hope, confusion and sureness. Her lips moved but she seemed unable of what to say to fill the void.

He stood at the door beside her, looking out of it for a long while at the dark night. He turned then, his hands on her neck as he kissed her deeply, sighing as hr pressed his forehead to her.