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Kissing You; Chapter 10;

My eyelashes flutter and once I flick my eyes up to lock with his, my heart melts in desire and my soul feels feeble against his presence. That infamous smirk stretches across his face before his lips part at the slightest gap of passion. "Sasha I promise to love you forever till death do us apart," he softly whispers as he delicately takes hold of my hands, slides his own underneath then caresses my knuckles with his thumbs.

Could he be any more romantic? I small sigh of relief escape my carefree lips at his non-hesitant response."I love you so much," I slowly exhale with an incandescent smile.

I watch as a spark illuminates in his face and that smirk takes form. He slowly removes the veil away from my face and flips it over my neatly done hair. At that moment, the roaring area around me disappears and for that hot second when his lips lean into mine, its just as against the world. Just me and him till the very end. Cheers and jeers rapidly fill the room at his romantic actions and grow louder by the hot second. That's when I feel those familiar rowdy butterflies invade my stomach and a buzz of energy rushes through my body. Before he can get any nearer to my coursing lips, I place my fingers delicately over his lips, making his gray eyes flicker with excitement at my sentimental response. I feel his lips stretch against my fingers. "You need to let the priest finish before the kiss," I slowly breathe.

He scoffs a smirk before we both turn to the priest and wait for him to finish reading from his Holy Book. I feel irritation crawl through Kyle's skin as he keeps his warm hands interlocked with mine."I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride," the priest declares with a warm pleasant smile.

As soon as those words escape his mouth, my whole world comes spinning on top of me. This is really happening. I'm actually becoming a wife to the best man in the entire world. I don't see who would ask for much. My hormones go on a frenzy as I turn back around to face the man I'm going to be with for the rest of my life. Before another sweet smile, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me by the neck. He immediately locks his arms around my small fitted waist and lowers his face towards mine. I feel his lips brush against mine but we don't kiss. He's teasing. Like he always did back in high school. We both smile at his adolescent behavior but I need to twine our unbound love together with a passionate but yet simple kiss to seal the infinite deal.

Just as we're about to crash is infamy, I hear a slight cry erupting from the loud crowd. Even though the desperate cry is over powered by their dominance, it seems like I'm the only one who has the ability to sense the frustration in their coursing throat. I flick my eyes open and look around the enlarged room in bewilderment. My groom also stares at me with the same expression as me. Confused as to why I've taken a sudden pause.

"Can you not hear that?" I ask him.

"Hear what?"

"Sasha!" The cry continues, only this time I'm able to make out its my name being called out in lost hope and deceased faith.

"That!" I squeal.

"I don't hear anything." I stare at him as if he's gone completely mad. Am I going crazy? I swivel my view back to the priest who looks lost as his tongue rambles through passages from his Holy scripture but the words are inaudible.

Soon later, the crowd's atmosphere vanishes into thin air but their movement becomes distorted and transforms into slow motion. The cry continues to beckon my name but as my head helplessly swerves around the crowd of people, they all look lost in their standing ovation. "Listen carefully," I tell him.

"Sasha, why are you doing this?"

"Because they keep calling my name!" I bark, my voice screeching to the extreme.

"No, baby! No one is calling you...its just me and no one else," he insists but I'm not convinced.

"Sasha!" The yelling continues. I snap my gaze away from him and helplessly look for the familiar but yet mysterious voice within the crowd of roaring guests.

"God!" I shriek as I attempt to rip my hands away from his and follow the echoing sound but he rapidly holds me back. His grip around my wrist tightens and ripples around my skin. "Ouch...you're...you're hurting me," I squeal, staring into his cold vindictive eyes.

"Don't go."

"Sasha!" The voice continues. The figure weaves past the crowd until its visible in the awakening glowing light and I make out the desperate face, pale and almost stone cold.

"Mom? What you doing here?"

"Sash..honey...you're making a big mistake," she exasperates as her voice rings alarmingly down my ears and the crowd is put on a definite halt.

"What do you mean?"

His grip around my wrist tightens as I try to wriggle away from it, straining in agony and frustration. Why won't he let go?

"You're too good for him, Sasha! I'm your mother - I know you are! He doesn't want you! You don't need someone like him in your life...Ever!"

I frown at her blatant expression, feeling almost taken back that she approved for me to marry him in the first place. The rage overtakes me at her inconsistent decision making and feel almost irritated. "Mom, why are you telling me this now? You spoil everything!" I loudly shriek as my eyes well up with tears and I feel the lump in my throat about to explode.

"Because if something is too good to be true...then it probably is."

My heartbeat picks up as the words slowly escape her lips. My veins strain and my muscles tear as his grip around my wrist becomes incredibly tight but I refuse to face my abuser...almost frozen in time. "Don't listen to her..." a dark ghostly voice hisses in my ear, distorting all my intentional thoughts and changing my trend of thinking.

"You're just doing what's best for you! You don't know him like I do!"

"I would never lie to you. I'm your mother...Take a look at him for yourself," she murmurs, causing me to slightly turn my head back around at him and gaze.

I'm taken back by the blazing fire in his eyes as his frozen face conveys an impassive expression. The horror draws closer into my soul but my conscience is put at a halt as his fixed position seems to be holding a trance over me. I feel his muscles intensively rip and strain as the blood boils around his body but doesn't dare to inflame his priority. My lips part at the demon that once haunted my dreams for that second and that second only, the transformation is visible but I refuse to belive that the man of my dreams has turned out to be the monstor of my nightmares. "No way," I breathe, almost uncertain of my own words.

He shoots his brow up. "Till' death do us apart," he quietly murmurs with his lips only slightly parted. He leans forward and brushes his lips against the side of my face. I shiver at its icy temperature which makes my responsive skin crackle at the cold. The whole room somehow seem to be reflecting on his temperature, the breeze gushes through the stain glass windows and hurls itself around our unbound love. The shattered remains of the decorative glass lies around us, almost circing us into a tormenting cage as the heavy wind continues to pirouette vigorously around both of us, taking every thing surrounding into its possession. I stand there, still frozen in time as the chaos proceeds around me but I'm almost oblivious to the whole thing. The violent wind howls, almost like a warning for me to escape before its too late. But too late for what? He moves his lips towards my ear and for a hot second, I am aroused by his sultry movement until his icy cold lips touch at my lobe. A sharp breath escapes his lips, sending unwanted shivers down my spine. "I love you."

Its instant and its fast...I hear the gunshot and I feel the thrush penetrate straight through me. The bullet does a drift at my organs and makes it rain with scripted blood. Like a magnet, my hands cradle over the wounded area and as I bring my hands back up in front of me, my fingers are covered in spilling scarlet red blood, slowly trailing down my fingers. I gasp at the sight then croak at the quick ache that comes from the area. I feel to cry but its almost as if the pain is too unbearable to even let tears tidly coarse down my face. My legs begin to feel feeble as I look down at my crystal white dress and acknowlege the blood instanstly spreading to cover a large area of the wound. My fingers shake and my soul tires out. Is this how it feels to die? Tiredness? Unable to maintain balance? Pain?

I tilt my head back up to look up at him. His eyes are burning with hatred and his face is clenched in inconsiderance. This is the man I love...why did he do this? The pain accelearates and my legs are unable to sustain the holy ground beneath it. Everything is happening so fast and I can literally feel my life slipping away from my fingertips. I feel tired. I feel cold. "Kyle...?" My pounding heart starts to lose it's pace and my lips can't resist the warmth anymore - but can't maintain it either. I lose balance and my eye lids heavily shut halfway. My heels tilt back and my body flops in response but Kyle quickly catches me before I can fall. He rests me down on the ground and carefully hold my head up so I can just about make out his distorted features. There's a light behind him and his face his becoming more and more bllurred by the second. "Why?....Why did you do this to me?" I slur, finding it incredibly hard to steady my breathing as I feel it slip away.

"I did it because I love you," he whispers as he brushes my hair away from my face.

"But..but...that doesn't...make any sense..."

"Sshh...just go to sleep," he croons, gently kissing my forehead. My body responds to that order and my eyes feel the need to close altogether. His indimidating figure disappears and my attention is drawn closer to that sparkling light behind him. A blury focus crosses my view and its almost like everything is transforming right in front of my eyes. The shattered stain glass windows have gone and they are replaced by normal ones. Quote familiar ones.

"Sasha!" a distant voice screams.

I know it. "Mom?" I whisper as my eyes continue to experience the blurs. The light headed sensation overwhelms me and as the beckoning light draws closer towards me, it blinds me in action, causing me to squeal at the terrible sight. A flash is all it took. The blur continues but the scenery vanishes. The church. Him. The crowd - everything. My heart thuds and my vision fades on and off every five seconds. I rub my forehead in an attempt to focus myself back on track - its like a cross between dream and reality but where the heck am I now?

"Sasha, Sasha! Are you okay?" a distant voice continues to questions me.

"What the hell?" I finally manage to breathe, still feeling a queasy and confused.

"She's fine," another voice sighs in relief.

"Where am I?" I slowly mumble with my hand still glued to my forehead.

"You just had a little fall but you're okay now sweetie. You're home," my mom reassures me with a soft and gentle tone.

"Mom? Is that you?" I ask her as I try to sit up right and face whoever is talking to me. The dizziness in my head decreases and my eye focus is back on track. I'm in my living room and my mom's sitting on the end of the sofa smiling at me. I try to open my eyes a bit wider but then I get double vision and quickly shut my eyes again and tightly knot my eyebrows together.

"We should leave her to rest. Seeing as she's okay now," the second voice speaks again. It's not my mom, I know that for a fact. It's a boy, a boy I must know but I just can't quite remember where I've heard his voice from. It's deep and husky. I slightly turn my head, trying to make out who the other person is.

They gently place their warm hand on my hair and start delicately running their fingers through it. My eyes remain closed but a pleasant smile grows on my face and I feel all of a sudden safe. I hear my mom lightly giggle in the back but I'm too mesmerized to bother opening my eyes. I don't want to open at it, it feels too much like something my dad used to do to me. Everyday before I dozed off to sleep, he would read me a story then run his fingers through my hair until I fell asleep in his arms. "That feels good," I quietly moan as my lips tightly press into a pleasurable smile.

"I told you she would like it," the voice softly speaks again with a hint of vanity in their tone.

That voice! Only he can make something sound so full of pride even when not intended! It's him! "Kyle!" I quickly shout, springing up from the sofa - I lock eyes with the daunting. He remains calmly seated on the chair and just grins at me. For a second I'm delighted then I realize that he's a lying, cheating jerk who knew perfectly well that he had a girlfriend and still wanted to make me look like the complete fool."How did he get here? You-you should leave!"

"Sasha, calm down. He's the one that brought you here after your fall," My mom quietly explains to as she rests her hand on my shoulder and attempts to pull me into a comforting hug.

"Fall? What fall?"

"You took a fall after his party and he brought you home."

My mind flashes a little. Then something crosses it. It feels so real. I glance down at my body. The white dress has vanished and I'm back in that short black dress I had on for Kyle's party. I examine the side of my stomach where the bullet pierced through. No blood. No pain. But I can't be too sure..."Oh my God did I get shot !" I blatantly yell out with panic in my tone. Kyle laughs in amusement and shakes his head. I narrow my eyes at him and ignore his laughter. This is serious, it feels like De Ja Vu. Just when I think everything is settled, something else crosses my messed up mind. "Oh shit! We didn't get married did we?" I shriek, staring at Kyle with a worried expression then resting my hands on my hips.

"Sasha I think you should lie down," Kyle calmly suggests as he takes hold of my arm and leads me back to the sofa. I pause then re-think my actions then I nod in agreement. My mind loves playing tricks on and my goddess love to tease me. I guess it was only just a dream. But it felt so...real. I stare up at my ceiling and slowly close my eyes, taking in deep breaths. I finally feel relaxed now.

But not for too long. "Tasha! Where is she?What happened?"

"Sasha breathe. Tasha's okay, she just needed her EpiPen," Kyle softly explains to me.

"EpiPen?" I confusingly ask him. "But she only needs that is she eats any nuts..." I slowly turn to face my mom. I cross my arms over my chest and glare at her with a raised brow. "Mom what did you!" I yell.

She looks slightly alarmed then parts her lips a little to speak, "We were baking cupcakes then we added some nuts-I totally forgot!" she quickly explains to me not even making sense of what she was saying herself. I throw my head back and loudly sigh in frustration. Sometimes I wonder if I'm the only one who actually knows how to look after Tasha. I might as well "Mom" everyone, because I'm obviously the only sane and responsible person in the whole neighbourhood.

"Are you always this stupid mom? I mean seriously you don't even know that your own daughter is allergic to nuts!" I yell which causes a migraine to start in my brain.

"Hey take it easy on your mom, Sash, she just forgot-"

"Why the heck are you even here! Huh? Shouldn't you be back at your mansion snoggin the face off your girlfriend, Kia?"

"Its Kya and what has gotten into you!" Kyle barks. His face looks intense and at that point he's whole presence scared the living daylights out of me. His wolf eyes inflames with fury and anger.

"I'm gonna leave you two to talk. You guys need to sort out your relationship!" mom yells as she exits the room then slams the living room door shut. That slam leaves an awkward echo then the cold silence creeps up on the pair of us.

"You're a right bitch Sash," Kyle spitefully affirms, raising his brow at me. I cross my arms in front of my chest and pop out my hip bone to the side to form a flirtatious stance.

"You finished ?" I sarcastically question him with a pout look.

"There's more but I'm just too goddamn sexy to waste my time talking to a bitch like you."

"Right okay. Well let me give my opinion on you." I clear my throat like a certified boss and take a step in closer to him. "You're a jerk. Selfish and ignorant. You think you're so hot, but guess what you're not! You really need to stop boosting your own ego because that shit is not cute! Like I said, you're never gonna get me in bed so just give up already!" I quickly bark. Breathing heavily after all those words I just let loose.

"You don't mean that Sasha. I know you too well. You like the bad side of me, You want to live the wild and dangerous life with me. You can't hide yourself for much longer" He whispers, coming closer to me and brushing his lips on the side of my face.

He pushes a strand of my hair behind my ear then moves in closer towards me. His hard chest presses on mine and he has me in that famous fixed position. "I know you like it when I'm this close to you Sasha. No need to hide it anymore," he huskily breathes in my ear then carefully places his hands on my waist.

I want to pull away, but it's as if he has enchanted me with his words. His lips are so close to mine, I feel everything around us disappear. It's just me and him. I know I should probably push him away but it feels too pleasurable and desirable. I feel trapped in his body and I'm loving every second. He leans in closer and his lips just lightly brush against mine. He tilts his head up, moving his lips away from mine then smirks.

"Gotcha," He wickedly chuckles then softly pushes me back. I stumble backwards a bit then unwarily blink several times into his gorgeous sea blue eyes.

"Kyle?"

"What? You didn't really think I liked you, did you?"

I open my mouth a little to retaliate but nothing comes out.

"Um..." I croak. Oh great! I'm not gonna cry am I? And did my voice just crack a little? Fuck fuck fuck! He's got to me, he finally done it. For a second, I actually believed that he liked me back... Wait! What am I saying? I don't like Kyle! He's a jerk! A man-whore! A prick! Every curse I can think of, he's every single one.

I can't believe I just fell for the oldest trick in the book.

"I mean face it! Kya has everything I want in a girl. I wouldn't swap her for a bitch like you!"

Ouch that stinged. A lot!

"Kyle, you have a very sad life. And I hope you and Kya have the fucked up life you both deserve," I sarcastically remark, hiding in the pain beneath my careless tone.

"What do you have against her? You're not...jealous are you Sash?" He laughs with a malicious smirk on his drop dead gorgeous face.

Alright that does it! I tightly clench my fist as I glare into his devious eyes then took a forceful swing. The collision between my fist and his mouth, causes him to wince in pain and a few specks of blood trickle down from my knuckles. He flicks his hair away from his face then presses on his bloody lip with his thumb. He slowly sucks on the blood then smirks at me. Oh God! Even when this boy has a busted lip, he still manages to pull off that smirk.