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I hope to god he was worth it.
Sex, sex, sex.
It’s just that, nothing more, nothing less.
Why put feeling into it, it could only hurt in the end.
He kissed her lips passionately and his hands wandered up and down her body as she removed his belt and opened his jeans.
He pushed her upon the bed and climbed on top of her, pulling her body closer to his. Her beautiful green eyes looked up at him with lust and his eyes showed the same emotions he was sure. She smiled seductively and removed the last pieces of clothing on them before pulling him close once more.
Their bodies tangled and nobody could be sure of where one ended and the other started but it did not matter, not now.
Condoms were quickly grabbed and then the lights went out.
The next morning Violet woke up before he did. She looked at his face and tried to remember his name. Smiling at herself she stood up from the bed quietly, hoping not to wake him. Pulling on her clothes she looked around for her purse. Just as she found it she heard him stir. Quickly she made her way across the room and was out of the door before he woke up. Slowly walking down the stairs, she tried to see clearly in the light that dawn had brought.
Upstairs movements could clearly be heard and she knew she had to be fast. Opening the front door she stepped outside, hearing a voice inside call out to her but not bothering to look back.
She crossed the streets trying to remember where she put her car the night before. As she found it she fumbled with the keys a little before entering and driving home quickly.
She would have to stop doing this. Another boy another night. Never the same person. Never the same approach, yet all fell for her in an instant. Maybe she hated that even more than she hated herself.
The drive was short and she quickly walked inside the high building taking the stairs to her apartment, knowing the exercise would do her good. Five stories up she opened the door to her place and dropped her stuff on the couch after
carefully locking her door.
She kept walking until she reached the door on the other side and entered her bathroom. A nice long, hot shower was just what she needed.
Inside the small room, she slit down the wall and let the warm water cascade down her body, hoping to relieve herself of the tension in her muscles. Tears found their way out she quietly cried to herself, knowing it didn’t matter but not feeling the determination she normally felt to stop them from coming.
She hugged her knees closer to her upper torso and sat for at least half an hour before getting up and drying herself off. She pulled on a tank top and loose fitting pants before making her way to the dinner table. She helped herself to some breakfast and then went to bed. She needed to rest a little while. Tonight would be another night of clubbing after all.
Her days repeated themselves and the only difference was that some days she actually had to work. She would start at one and end at nine, giving her enough time and freedom to go out each night. And nobody ever cared enough to question her antics. They all just watched as she destroyed her life and as she gave her body to any who wanted it, hoping to fill the hole she felt inside of her. A hole she had felt for years on end now and she no longer knew any other way to deal with it then to sleep with another guy each night.
Someday she would find the right person right? Someday she would find the one guy to take away her pain and fill that place inside her heart! Someday everything would change. Someday everything would be better. Until then she would keep looking to find the person and have fun on the way.
It never occurred to her that she would one day have to tell that one person all she had done. It never crossed her mind that he might not want her after all she had done...everyone she had done. Who would want someone who did every guy she met?
It had not occurred to her. Not until last night anyway. When that bloody moron had to ask questions after the sex. He could not just shut up and fall asleep like all the others. No he had to sit up and talk.
Talk!
Why would a guy want to talk? They had already had sex, normally that would have been enough, normally that would be it and then she would be done. She would get up and leave again.
But no he had to talk. He wanted to know about her, about her life. Why? It’s what she kept asking herself. Why would anyone be interested in her life story? She was nobody of importance. She was not significant. She learned that long ago. Nobody had ever cared. She did not even know how to respond to actions such as the guy portrait last night. She was shocked to say the least and kept diverting the conversation, hoping he would drop it. He did but his questions stuck in her mind. Making her think about her life. About everything she had done in her life. And whether or not it had made her happy.
Derek looked at the place beside him, where the beautiful woman had laid only two hours ago. Violet, she said her name was. He did not even know if it had been true, but last night it had not mattered.
Right now however he wondered what it was about her that made him swirl around in his mind.
Last night it had been good fun, yet after the sex when he had asked her a few questions she became quite frantic and he had dropped everything. He pretended to sleep and as she did not move for a long time, he actually fell asleep. Now he wondered if she had known he was pretending. For it was not until after he had truly fallen asleep, that she pulled in her clothes and walked out of his house, out of his life again.
What was her story? Why was she the way she was? He was intrigued beyond normal and hoped to meet her again soon. Making a mental note to go out again that night he fell back asleep.
That night Derek looked around the club, finding the one he had been looking for not long after he had entered the place.
She was seducing another guy, wrapping him around her delicate manicured finger. Another victim for another night. She seemed to act so carefree, that he began to wonder if he had not been reading her wrong the night before. Maybe she truly liked this way of living.
But his doubts vanished as she looked around and their eyes met. Her demeanour changed quickly and she practically pulled the guy from the club, no doubt to his house where she could play with his feelings only to leave him again in the middle of the night.
The circle wasn’t broken and Violet found herself in the arms of another stranger that night. Quietly sneaking out again she looked back in sorrow. Somehow it wasn’t as easy as it had been before. Somehow Derek, yes she now remembered his name, had changed everything. His questions had left her shaken and they swirled through her mind every waking moment.
How could he have done that? There had been more people who asked her those things. Then it had not effected her, yet with this guy she was suddenly completely aware of the things she had done in her life and suddenly she was thinking them all through, wondering where her life had gone.
With that she cried herself to sleep as dawn cast a little bit of light on her sleeping form.