Cursed

Chapter 14

"I love you." She pouted.

"I love you more." He smiled at her.

"You mean the world to me Michael." She wrapped her arms around his neck pecking his cherry lips.

He beamed. "You wouldn't understand how much you mean to me."

"Run away with me then. This place isn't for us. We belong together and nothing should ever pull us apart."

"I can't just up and leave with you." He took a quick second to think about his parents.

"Then you don't love me." Her voice quivered and tears ran down her cheeks.

She was beautiful Michael had to admit. He loved her with everything within him but he would never leave his family.

"Don't say that." He wiped away the stray tears with his thumb.

"Then come with me."

"I can't."

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Michael jumped up drenched in sweat and breathing heavy. He haven't had any nightmare about her from a very long time. They started back when he met Zamora. She resembled his first love so much.

Every nightmare was a reminder of the monster he was. His room was still a mess he haven't budged to clean up the mess he had made. He brushed his teeth before taking a long shower.

As he walked down the squeaky stairs laughter could be heard coming from the kitchen. Upon entering the kitchen, his heart skipped a beat. In front of him sat the most beautiful girl, the constant reminder of his past Zamora.

She was deviously breath taking. Everything about her screamed amazing.

"Taught you wouldn't come down today either." His mom said sternly.

"I was just going for a run." He lied.

"In this weather. Its raining outside. However a friend of yours dropped in to check up on you."

"Zamora." He corrected.

"Yes Zamora. What a lovely name." She smiled charmingly at her.

"Thank you." Zamora smiled shyly. Apart of her wanted to be mad at Michael but she hover couldn't find it within her to be.

"Come with me." Michael laced his fingers through hers. She wanted to protest but instead said nothing.

She had to admit there was something about Michael and his mother that she couldn't put her fingers on. He was just so weird and so was she. There was also an weird atmosphere surrounding them.

"What do you want!" He barked the moment they were in the living room away from his mother.

She was surprised. This minute he was nice to her and the next he was the devil himself. "That's how you thank me. I was only worried about you."

He smirked. "You were worried about me."

She rolled her eyes annoyed at his reaction. His mood swings were even worst than a pregnant lady. "Forget it."

She brushed pass him heading for the front door.

"Where are you going?"

"Don't be stupid. Am going home." She snapped.

"Its raining."

"Why do you care if its raining."

"You could get sick."

Apart of her was wishing he said those words that he did earlier that he cared about her. Then she was always reminded by her inner voice that he had a girlfriend. He was only playing with her emotions.

"I should go home. My mom is probably waiting for me."

"Please stay until the rain stops." He pleaded pulling her towards him.

"Okay." She sighed. She was hating the effect he had on her. Whenever he was too close to her. Zamora couldn't breathe. The air froze in her lungs. Michael's sea w**d green eyes bored through her body. Goose bumps erupted on her skin. She leaned into his warmth inhaling his masculine scent.

This is wrong. Zamora sighed. A sudden emotion arose. She had no understanding of what it might have actually been. Guilt? How could she just stand here and pretend Michael belonged to her? How could she kiss him? How could she do this to lamella? Zamora knew deep down lamella would react badly if she found out about the kiss. Zamora's knew if she broke the news her life would return to square one. She would be viewed as the girl that stole her friends boyfriend.

" What's wrong with you?" Zamora was tugged from her plaged taught. Concern laced in Michael's eyes as he stared down at the feminine beauty in front of him. She looked so distant. He knew deep down he was the cause of her pain. If only he hadn't kissed her. Michael felt guilt overcome him hard and fast. The last thing he needed right now was to break her.

She smiled but it was weak and faltered very quickly. Tears brimmed in her almond brown orbs. Zamora wasn't as strong as she appeared to be. Inside she was frail and could easily be shattered like glass. Aggravated she pushed Michael away. She watched as his concerned eyes changed for a millisecond. His face now appeared flabbergasted. What made Zamora more arose with curiosity. Why did he actually kiss her. It was now or never. What if his reply was too much for her to bear? She sighed and summed up the courage to ask him.

" Why did you kiss me Michael?

His face became emotionless. He stared right at her. He never answered her question and he never tried to approach it. He just stared at her what he did next shocked Zamora to the core.

He pulled her closer to his chest. And his lips connected with hers. She admired how soft his lips were a*s they molded her plump ones. Butterflies erupted deep within tummy. They fluttered around bombarding into each other. Her heart beat accelerated rapidly. Her mind became a fog. Thaughts became dysfunctional. She kissed him back more deeply. Her hands raked through his jet black hair. His hand roamed her body. Their kiss became heated. Wet sloppy kisses were trailed down the crook of Zamora neck. A moan escaped her lips when him hand molded her ferm a*s pulling her close to his hardened member.

" Get a room you two!" Victoria came barging into the living room with a spatula grasped tightly in her left hand.

Zamora's cheeks heated up. Embarrassment consumed her. She wished the floor would just open and swallow her whole. How cold she be so stupid to kiss Michael again and what made it worst when his mom was around. A taught crossed her mind. An unpleasant one. What if Mrs Morningstar complained to her mom about her unpleasant actions. Her heartbeat increased

Zamora knew her mom would punch Michael where the sun doesn't shine. She would be grounded for months. She wouldn't be able to speak to her friends.

" Please don't tell my mom! I'm so sorry. That was never supposed to happen. I was just caught off guard and then the next thing you know we were doing it. I didn't kiss him first. He came onto me. Just don't tell my mom. I'll do any..."

She was cut off by Victoria's laughter. "Don't be silly child! Your secrets safe with me."

"Really?" Zamora beamed.

" Yes." She winked" infact I knew you two had a thing for each other the moment you entered that front door."

Michael rolled his eyes and groaned in annoyance of his mother. Why did she have to interrupt the kiss. Things were just becoming to be heated. Anyways it was probably for his own good. His mom shot him a pointed look that said we'll talk later. He gulped knowing what she meant by talk.