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His skin had turned pale, the whites of his eyes had turned red, and his body was set, about to hunt, his mouth opened wide in a silent snarl. I had been in Louisiana for a week, before I decided that enough was enough. I needed to get out and do something… anything! I needed to get my mind off things. I left home a week ago. Home was in England, Devon. I left because things were too tough. I hated myself for giving up, but I needed to do what was best for me, it may be selfish, but I was looking out for me and only me. I left because of Paul, my abusive ex. I left because I missed my parents, and nothing could ever bring them back. I left because I kept dwelling on my past. Paul never used to be abusive. When we first started dating, he was such a good guy. And so great in bed, it was like he knew exactly what I wanted, when I wanted it. Then after a few months we were in a serious relationship, and we ended up moving in together. I think what I was attracted to most about him was his image. He projected being such a bad boy, which regrettably, I am a sucker for. But beneath it all he was just a resentful lonely soul. He was always protective over me, but I soon learned that he didn’t give a shit about me. He just wanted ownership and rule over me. The first time things started to go wrong was when I was going out to lunch one day with my girlfriends. He kept asking questions, assuming I was going out with another guy. When I finally convinced him that I wasn’t he still tried to keep me home by telling me that my friends were trying to keep us apart. I told him that he was being paranoid and I stormed out of our place and went to lunch anyway. When I got back he wouldn’t speak to me for hours. Things just went downhill from there. He began to get lazy, and was expecting too much from me. We started having arguments more and more frequently. And then he started to go out drinking. Somewhere in the back of my mind it seemed to me like he couldn’t handle not controlling someone. He turned violent, but he never hit me. He just hit other things. He did grab my face once, and I thought he would hit me, but he didn’t. The turning point was when I found out that Paul had beaten up one of my closest friends, Mark. I remember getting a call from one of my friends. Paul had left to go drinking again, and I got a call from my friend, Rose. I knew it was Paul before I even asked. Then I packed all my things, got in my car, and left for the hospital. I had felt a strange sense of déjà vu when I walked down the hallways. Then I found his room, and looked through the window. He looked even worse in the harsh bright lights. His face was bruised, his head wounded, his arm broken, and it seemed like a few ribs were broken too. Mark still managed a smile. We didn’t exchange words. I just laid my hands on his and cried Ankara escort silently, looking into his lively blue eyes every so often and crying some more. “I don’t know why he would-,” I remember saying, and I remember my voice cracking. “He found a text from me on your phone,” he whispered particularly silently. “Leave, Ariana, otherwise you’ll never get out.” I kissed him on his forehead, a place that wasn’t beaten, and left his room. Now, a week later, here I am, in Monroe, Louisiana, and bored. I don’t even know why I chose Louisiana. It was sunny; the people were always so nice with their syrupy accents and homey can-do cheer. Luckily my parents had left me everything they had, which turned out to be a big fortune. I sighed. Thinking about my mum and dad, the craving in my stomach just grew. I hadn’t even sorted out any of their things in our old house yet, and the only other living relative I had was my grandmother Mary, who lived in Scotland. I hadn’t even seen her since I was a child, and I missed her terribly. She was wonderful. I used my parent’s money to get here, and I was now using it to pay rent in this house. It was fairly simple, an old farmhouse really, converted into a two story with a porch out front and back. It reminded me of the house I grew up in. The street I lived on was the posh area of town, a really nice neighbourhood, and I was somewhat grateful that the houses weren’t terraced. I had been driving around town for the past week, getting familiar with my new home. I found a nice family bar on my third day here, called Lazy Jacks. I made up my mind, and decided that I would go and get dressed up and go there tonight. * I got out of the shower, with my long golden-brown hair wrapped in a towel and steam dancing across my damp body. I chose my outfit cautiously, opting for effortless and sexy. I chose a virgin white macramé dress with jewelled sandals, and I wore my hair loose and curly. I put on little makeup with just a hint of blush and a slice of my favourite lip gloss, Berry Island. I decided against mascara, since my lashes were so dark and heavy, I didn’t need it. I sprayed a cherry apple scented body spray on my neck before taking a last look in the mirror. I fluffed my hair, smiling indulgently. I stood in front of the mirror, proud of my body. I stood at 5”6; my long auburn hair always had a slight wave to it, my legs were toned and shapely, my butt high and firm, my waistline perfectly waspy, and my skin a milky translucent tone. I would perhaps give myself slightly bigger breasts, as they were just a C cup. But my eyes were my best asset. Paul had always said it was the glimmer of fire in my eyes that reeled him in like a helpless fish. They were hazel, with tones of ochre and bottle green in the light. My cheekbones were prominent Ankara escort bayan and could cut glass, and I had a generous mouth, with full pouty pink lips. I raised perfectly arched eyebrows over heavy hooded eyelids. I smiled, feeling instantly more confident in my skin. I looked fine, and I sure as hell felt it. I grabbed my bag and hopped down the stairs in excitement, jumping two at a time, and finally got outside into the humid summer night and locked the door behind me. I was just unlocking my car when I felt a strange sensation creep from my lower back and travel up to my neck, raising the fine hairs that lay across my arms. I was being watched. I whirled around to face the woods that was settled in front of my house. Nothing. Easy, Arianna, just take a deep breath, there’s nothing there and you’re just being paranoid. I still couldn’t shake the feeling as I got in my car and drove off. * I arrived in the parking lot of Lazy Jacks, which was set beside the edge of the woods. I thought back to earlier; when I’d felt something watching me from my own woods. I felt a pang of unease; was this place just swarming with stupid woods? But as I looked around the parking lot, I felt nothing strange or sinister. I chose a space slightly by the trees and got out of my car, taking a deep breath and holding my chin up. As I walked I was aware that tonight I was beautiful, I was a different person than the pitiful old me who let a man walk all over her. That would never happen again. My shoulders relaxed into the position of a laidback, self-assured person. The aroma of lager and smoke greeted me as I pushed open the double doors to the bar, and the jingle of music sang through me, soothing me. This was a place where I belonged. I looked around at all the people, drinking and joking, playing pool and dancing to the music. I looked over at the bar, in the dim light, and saw that there were a few vacated seats. A couple sat at one end, and another man was sat just in front of the bar. I assessed him. He looked about twenty-five, had a shock of silky messy black hair, a stocky build and was mouth-wateringly gorgeous. His body was obviously well built and toned, I could see by the way his black shirt clung to him. His jeans were dark blue denim, and his boots were black and heavy. I dismissed this and went up to the bar, claiming a stool, a few seats away from the dark beauty of the young man who seemed to be drowning his sorrows with bourbon. The barman came up to serve me then. “What’ll it be darlin’?” he said in a luscious syrupy accent, a big smile plastered on his face. “Southern comfort and lemonade please,” I smiled sweetly, ordering my favourite drink. The barman was cute, with sandy messy hair, bright green eyes and scrubby stubble. He was shorter than most Escort Ankara men but stocky, well built, and had slightly tanned skin. He brought me my drink and then disappeared. I took a sip before observing the happenings all around me. There seemed to be people of every calibre here, and they mostly seemed to know everyone else. It was a small town, after all. I looked around the bar, and my eyes landed on a couple in a booth at the very back. She was maybe wearing a pound too much makeup, and she struck me as the kind of woman who smelled of cheap perfume. She was wearing a tight, thin, stretchy fabric floral top and a denim mini skirt and strappy red heels. And right now she was rubbing the groin of her companion. He was slightly chunky and was in lumberjack wear, sporting a dark blue baseball hat and washed out work jeans and work boots. He was in grave need of a shave and it looked as though he was about to burst out of his jeans he was so stiff. I blushed and felt shame for the woman on her part in this. They were obviously drunk, and she was rubbing her hand on the fly of his jeans. I flushed again and turned away, not wanting to see any more. Hopefully soon they would leave and continue their five minutes somewhere else. I turned back to my drink, taking a long gulp, and licking away the excess alcohol on my lips. I caught something out of my peripheral vision; I turned and met the eyes of the young, gorgeous man who was drowning his sorrows. I felt a thrill of pleasure from the crown of my head to the heels of my feet. His eyes were an astonishing shade of blue; lighter on the outer edges and turning darker near the iris. His full, opulent mouth was quirked in an arrogant, wry grin, and he was lounging in his seat, his body turned my way. He was definitely more gorgeous from the front. I flushed, unable to take my eyes away from his beautiful face. With that one look he was giving me, my legs quivered with the thoughts of what he could do to me. Out of my periphery vision, I saw his hand slide across the bar and slip into something red and white. I looked down just in time to see his hand delve into the bowl of cherries and pluck out a juicy ruby red bulb. He pulled the stem from the cherry, and set the cherry on to the bar table, before bringing the stem up to his alluring mouth. He set it in his gorgeous mouth and for a few seconds I watched him abstractedly, before his sexy pink tongue protruded from that delectable mouth of his, the stem of the cherry newly notted. Another rush of blood to my cheeks, and for a moment I stared at him, my eyes wide and dilated, like orbs. Then I took a shuddering breath, and completely hooted with mirth. I doubled up, covering my mouth with my hand and laughing almost silently, with crystal tears leaking from the corners of my eyes. “Oh–” I choked. “Oh my!” Clearly my reaction wasn’t what he expected. “I’m sorry, sir,” I tried to catch my breath, still giggling slightly. “But I’m afraid I’m not as easy as the girls you must be adapted to.” I smiled widely again, before pressing my lips together to stop myself from laughing, all to no avail.
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