Bruised Angel (River of Lies #2)

by Sammy King

  “Chels? Where did these come from?” he said reaching out tentatively to run his fingers lightly across the old wounds on her stomach.

  Chelsea dropped her head and watched his hand tracing the scars that brought her so much pain to look at.

  “When I was twelve I started to cut myself as a way to escape what Carl was doing to me. As I bled it released something, I don’t know what, but it made me feel better” she said.

  She knew that Mason wouldn’t understand and she was shocked when he looked up at her with tears in his eyes, shaking his head.

  “Chels. My God. This breaks my heart” he said quietly.

  “I think part of me did it because he hated it so much, he would make comments on how the wounds made me unattractive, I couldn’t put on weight no matter how much I ate, I tried not washing but nothing stopped him, then when I was sixteen I realised that even wounding myself wasn’t making him stop” she said.

  “What made you stop?” he asked touching the most recent wounds on her thighs, it was there that she had cut the deepest.

  “One day in art class I leaned up to get something and my dress rode up my thigh. Brenda saw this one” Chelsea said pointing to the biggest scar she had “I had accidently cut a lot deeper than I was intending and it got a bit of an infection in it.”

  Mason continued to run his finger along the scar shaking his head.

  “Anyway she asked me how I got it and I just blurted it out that I had done it myself. I guess I was scared because of the infection and stuff.” Chelsea sniffed back a tear at the memory of the concern that was written all over Brenda’s face. “Her boyfriend is a nurse, so she had him bring in some dressings and some stuff to clean it and she looked after the wound. After it was healed she made me promise that instead of cutting myself, I would draw out my pain instead”

  Chelsea gingerly touched the scars and put her hand over Mason’s as he ran his fingers along the various wounds that dotted her body.

  “I didn’t want to disappoint her, she was the only person that I had ever come close to letting in like that; Dylan didn't even know that I cut. So I did what she asked and started drawing out my feelings. That’s why that book means so much to me. Over the last year every time he touched me, every time I felt like ending it all by taking my own life, I drew it out”

  Mason looked up at Chelsea as a tear ran down his cheek.

  “It helped. I stopped and soon I enjoyed drawing it out far more and got a lot out of the drawing. Brenda would check the book every time I had the class and it was our secret”

  Mason suddenly stood and pulled her into his chest holding her tight. She had once seen a Facebook meme that said that one day someone would come along and hug you so tight that it would put all the broken pieces back together. Chelsea felt in that hug, at that moment, all her pieces were being put back together, but not as they were, Mason was putting them back in a better way. A way that she could never have imagined.

  Mason bent his head and kissed Chelsea long and passionately. He pulled her tighter against his body and she could feel his erection immediately press against her stomach. She knew that she should feel embarrassed standing naked in front of him, especially seeing as he was fully dressed but in that moment Chelsea no longer cared.

  Mason began to run his hands up and down Chelsea’s back, his tongue dancing with hers. She slid her hands up the back of his shirt, feeling his muscles rippled and twitch under her touch, she moved her hands around to his front and up over his chest. As Chelsea moved her fingers over Mason’s nipples he groaned and pushed his crotch against her tighter. Mason started to kiss down over Chelsea’s neck and chest, bending his knees so that that could take one of her breasts into his mouth. She groaned and leant her head back. Chelsea touched Mason on the hair and slipped her fingers under his chin pulling him up. He stood with a confused look on his face.

  “Make love to me” she said in her most seductive voice.

  Mason frowned and kissed her lips gently.

  “Are you sure?” he murmured against her lips.

  Chelsea looked up into his eyes while he continued to kiss her, running his hands up and down her body and over her backside. She nodded her head and tugged on his shirt to lift it off his body. Mason smiled and nodded, reaching down and removing his shirt. Chelsea moaned gently at the sight of his chest. It should be illegal for a guy to be so attractive she thought. His long dark hair skimmed just under his shoulders, his chest rippled with muscles and the light smattering of hair that spread across his pecks and down his stomach to his pubic line.

  Chelsea reached up and ran her hands over his stomach and down to the button on his pants. She glanced up at him, his eyes watched her with bemusement as he bent to kiss her mouth again. She clumsily fumbled with his button before it released with a pop and his pants fell off his hips and to the ground. The front of his boxers were standing like a tent under the power of his erection. Chelsea brushed her hand over his cock, which instantly caused Mason to close his eyes and groan. She tugged on the waistband of his boxers and lowered them, his erection bobbing free.

  Mason took Chelsea by the hand and led her to the bed they had been sharing for the past two days. He guided her to lie on the bed as he sat beside her.

  “If you want to stop at any time, no matter how far we are into it, you need to tell me alright?” Mason said watching her face.

  Chelsea nodded with a smile.

  “I will” she said.

  Mason gently raised her arms above her head.

  “Leave them there” he said huskily flashing his crooked smile.

  Chelsea nodded folding her hands together above her head. Mason started by kissing her lips and working his way down over her neck to her chest. He paused above her breast before flicking his tongue over her nipple. Chelsea gasped and arched her back, he smiled against her breast and gently nibbled on the small peak.

  He continued his onslaught of gentle kisses down over her stomach, pausing at each scar to lather them with tender kisses. With his hands Mason gently parted Chelsea’s legs and nestled himself between her thighs, continuing to kiss over her hips, down her thigh and up the other. He reached the centre between her legs and breathed out over her pubic hair. Chelsea gasped again watching him, as Mason looked up at her and smiled. Gently he started to kiss over the crease, rubbing his hands over her thighs. Chelsea closed her eyes and arched her hips towards his mouth. The pounding between her legs was becoming more intense and threatening to take over. Mason continued to touch her with feathery kisses. Chelsea moaned in frustration, she needed relief.

  “Patience baby” Mason purred.

  Chelsea opened her eyes and looked down at him, his eyes twinkled with excitement before he quickly plunged his face between her legs, licking between the lips of her core and touching on the button that threw jolts of electricity racing around her body. Chelsea let out a yelp and ground her hips into Mason’s mouth, wanting him to devour her. It only took a handful well placed licks and Chelsea was moaning and rocking back and forth against Mason’s mouth.

  Once she had become nothing more than a trembling wet mess, Mason looked up at her, his chin glistening with the juices of his mouth and her orgasm. She laughed as he wiped his chin with the back of his hand. Like a tiger stalking its prey, Mason climbed Chelsea’s body stopping at her mouth to kiss her passionately. She could taste herself on his lips which produced another throb between her legs. She was shocked at her body becoming suddenly so insatiable. Mason paused his kisses and looked at her with a serious look on his face.

  “Are you sure you want to go the whole way?” he asked.

  Chelsea nodded her head. The pounding between her legs was dictating her actions. She wanted him deep inside her. She wanted to heal. She wanted him to put all the pieces back together, including what it was to be loved wholly.

  “It’s going to hurt, but I’m going to try to be gentle alright?” he said.

  Chelsea nodded. She had heard from the o
ther girls how much sex hurt, she wasn’t sure she was ready for the pain, however, she was ready for sex and she wanted that first time to be with Mason. He leaned over and fumbled around in his bedside drawer pulling out a condom and tearing the wrapper with his teeth. Kneeling he rolled it down over his erection before settling himself between Chelsea’s legs.

  “Are you ready?” he asked.

  Chelsea smiled and nodded again. Mason reached down and pulled Chelsea’s leg up. She lifted her other leg following his lead and wrapped them both around his hips. Mason smiled at her and gave her a wink, which caused her groin to throb again. She could feel his cock at her entrance which was still slick from her previous orgasm. His cock twitched as it touched on her crease. Mason reached down between her legs and slowly began to guide himself inside her. He kept his eyes on Chelsea as he began to work slowly inside her. It wasn’t until he had the head of his cock fully inside her that Chelsea felt the deep pain begin in the bottom of her stomach. She frowned and Mason paused.

  “You alright?” he asked.

  Chelsea nodded focussing on the feeling of him inside her.

  “Keep going” she said.

  Mason nodded and pushed deeper inside her, the pain exploded through her stomach and down her thighs. She couldn’t hold the gasp back that escaped her lips. Mason leant down and kissed her, not moving.

  “I’m in now” he said gently.

  It didn’t take long before the pain subsided and the feeling of him inside her, stretching the walls of her pussy felt really good. Slowly Mason began to move, he watched her intently at first before Chelsea saw his eyes roll back in his head and his eyes closed in pleasure. The deeper Mason moved the more the throbbing grew. Soon she was moving her hips in time with Mason, it didn’t feel like they had been having sex for very long when she was crying out and clinging to his body and he was grunting in her ear shaking above her.

  Slowly Mason rolled from her with a kiss and lay on the bed beside Chelsea, his hair sweaty and stuck to his forehead. He reached down and took her hand bringing it up to his mouth and kissing her fingers.

  “Are you alright?” he asked.

  Chelsea smiled and nodded.

  “It hurt but it felt so good. Thank you” she said.

  Mason grinned.

  “You never have to thank me for that, it’s always my pleasure” he said with laugh.

  She laughed with him and closed her eyes.

  Chapter Twelve

  Chelsea didn’t remember drifting off to sleep but before she knew it Mason’s alarm was going off. She rolled and saw Mason looking at her.

  “You make the cutest sounds when you sleep” he said with a smile.

  “You were watching me sleep?” she said with a laugh.

  Mason nodded and kissed her nose.

  “Yep, you’re adorable I can’t take my eyes off you” he said.

  “Is that so? Well the feeling is mutual” she said leaning over to kiss him.

  Mason ran his hand through her hair and kissed Chelsea deeply.

  “Do you have any more condoms left?” Chelsea asked.

  Mason grinned his crooked smile and rummaged through his drawer pulling out a handful.

  “How many do we need?” he asked.

  Chelsea barked out a laugh.

  “Just one Casanova” she said.

  He kissed her again. It turned out they needed three and Chelsea felt like she had just got off a horse, but for the first time she went to school with a skip in her step.

  As Chelsea and Mason walked hand in hand to school she noticed a group of people mingling around her locker. Her heart began to pound as she feared what was going to be there. As she got closer she felt a little like Moses parting the red sea as the crowds of students moved so she could see Maddison standing beside Chelsea’s locker. On the door was stuck a photo of her lying beside the pond with her breast exposed and Mason’s hand up her skirt. All colour drained from Chelsea’s face as she stared at the picture. It had been Maddison at the pond and Chelsea’s worst fears were coming true, Maddison had her sketch pad. Maddison smiled broadly when she saw Chelsea and waved her hand towards her and then over the picture like a Price is Right model.

  “Well here she is, who knew the freak had it in her, the little whore” Maddison announced with a laugh.

  Chelsea shook her head and spun on her heel, she felt Mason try to catch her as she brushed past him and down the hall to the front doors. Dylan was coming in the door as she was about to break through. He grabbed her by the shoulders, Chelsea shook her head and tried to wriggle out of his arms, but he held her tighter.

  “Chelsea stop. Come with me” he said taking her hand and dragging her outside.

  As she ran behind Dylan she heard Mason call her name, but she couldn’t look back at him. Dylan brought her to the art room and locked the door behind them. He stopped in front of Brenda’s office looking to see if she was inside, he sunk to the floor and pulled her down beside him. Chelsea had tears flowing down her cheeks and cascading off her chin. Dylan pulled her into his side and cooed into her hair until her tears began to dry up. He pushed her away a bit and looked down at her.

  “Now are you alright to tell me what the tears and running away at break neck speed is about?” Dylan asked his face was filled with concern.

  Chelsea sighed and leaned her head on Dylan’s shoulder.

  “Dylan I’m sorry, I’m such a shitty friend to you.” she sniffed.

  Dylan put his arm around her shoulder and gave her a squeeze.

  “I wouldn’t go that far. Yeah you’ve got baggage and I wish you had trusted me to hold that for you, but you have always been there for me when I needed you.” he said “I just wish you would let me be there for you”

  Chelsea nodded her head as she looked up at Dylan.

  “Mason and I, I don’t know how it happened, it just did. Of course I’ve managed to piss Maddison off in the process and she has decided she is going to destroy me as a result” Chelsea said angrily running her hands over her face.

  “So what did she do?” Dylan asked as he reached out and took Chelsea’s hands in his.

  Chelsea looked at him and frowned.

  “Yesterday she put a note in my locker saying she was going to destroy me and I got upset, so Mason took me to the forest and we stopped at the pond. Well we were kissing and stuff and she took a photo” Chelsea said swallowing hard “But the worst part is she stole my sketch pad”

  Chelsea felt the tears starting to build again. Dylan nodded his head and set his jaw. A bang on the door made them both jump and they looked up through the window to see Mason looking in. They both stood as Chelsea went and unlocked the door. As soon as the door was unlocked Mason burst in and grabbed Dylan by the scruff of his shirt pushing him against the window of Brenda’s office.

  “Mason stop” Chelsea screamed.

  Mason raised his fist and Dylan set his jaw firm. Mason’s eyes had darkened to almost black and his anger oozed from him.

  “Please stop” Chelsea cried touching Mason on the back.

  Her touch seemed to break the trance that Mason was in as he shoved Dylan back against the glass and dropped his fist. Mason turned and pulled Chelsea into his chest and kissed her head. Dylan brushed past them and grabbed his bag from where he dropped it storming out of the room.

  “What the devil is going on in here?” Brenda said from behind Chelsea and Mason.

  Chelsea turned and shook her head. Brenda stepped toward Chelsea and put her arm around her shoulder.

  “You and Dylan aren’t fighting are you?” Brenda asked Mason.

  Mason dropped his head and looked down at his shoe.

  “Oh honest to God Mason. Dylan isn’t trying to get in her pants, he is her friend, he is as broken as Chelsea and they relied on each other for a long time, it’s hard for him to see Chelsea relying on someone else” Brenda said calmly as she put her hands on her hips and shook her head.

  She looked between Mason and C
helsea and nodded her head to her office before leading Chelsea in to sit on the chair. Mason stood with his back leaning against the small window that looked out her office into the art room. Brenda shut the door to her office and then sat down at her chair.

  “Alright you two, what else is going on? This isn’t about Dylan” she said.

  Chelsea sighed and rubbed her hand over her face. What started as a beautiful day was quickly dissolving into a disastrous one.

  “Maddison” Mason spoke quietly.

  Brenda nodded her head.

  “I see, she has started a campaign against you has she?” Brenda asked Chelsea.

  Chelsea nodded her head.

  “It’s worse than that” Chelsea said “she has my sketch pad”

  Brenda formed an Oh with her mouth and shook her head.

  “I see.” Brenda said with a frown. “How did she get your book?”

  Chelsea told Brenda the story of being at the pond and Maddison taking a photo and not being able to find her book. Brenda ran her hands through her long grey hair and rubbed her temples.

  “Chelsea before I do anything do you want me to take this up with Mr O’Ryan?” Brenda asked.

  Mr O’Ryan was the headmaster and worse still, he was the uncle to Maddison. In his eyes Maddison could do no wrong and she doubted that Brenda taking this issue to him would warrant anything to come of it other than more torture from Maddison. Chelsea shook her head.

  “No it won’t do any good. I will work out a way to get it back” Chelsea sighed.

  Brenda nodded and stood from her desk. She looked between Mason and Chelsea.

  “I’m not an advocate for skipping school and if anyone asks, this didn’t come from me, but I would suggest Mason take you home and let at least this first onslaught calm down” Brenda said.

  Chelsea nodded and stood, Mason reached out and gently squeezed her shoulder. This was turning into a bigger mess than Chelsea could handle and she wasn’t sure whether being Mason’s girlfriend was worth the trouble. She liked him a lot, if she was honest with herself she would say that she was quickly falling in love with him. However, she couldn’t stand Maddison’s ongoing torment, she feared where this was going to go. Chelsea had an urge to carve her body to pieces. She desperately wanted her book back, she needed to draw but she had no other book. As if Brenda could read her mind, she reached into her draw and pulled out a clean sketch pad.