Beautifully Broken 1: If You Stay

She smiles a wide, white smile.  A gorgeous kind of smile.

“Hi,” she says softly.  “I didn’t know you’d be awake.”

There is gentle familiarity in her voice, as if she knows me.

I’m confused.  How f**ked up had I been?  Do I know this girl?  My instincts say no. She’s not the kind of girl I tend to hang around.  I usually keep the needy ones around, the ones who are willing to do whatever I want, just because I can give them what they need.

This girl is not one of them.  That much is blatantly apparent.  She reeks of sunshine and wholesomeness.  It’s foreign to me.  And fascinating.

I c**k my head.

“I’m sorry.  Do I know you?”

The beautiful girl blushes now, a faint pink tint along the delicate curve of her cheek.  I immediately have the urge to run my fingers along the color, although I don’t know why.

“No,” she answers and she seems embarrassed.  “I know that this is probably weird.  But I’m the one who found you on the beach.  I came the other day to make sure that you were okay.  And then I wanted to bring you some flowers because your room seemed a little bare.  I’m an artist, so I love color.  And now I seem like a stalker, don’t I?”

She’s rambling.  And it’s cute as hell.  I smile.  And as I do, I feel like the Big Bad Wolf and she’s little Red Riding Hood.  My, what big teeth I have.

I smile wider, especially when I realize that she’s even wearing a dark red shirt. And it’s stretched tightly across her perfect rack.

“It’s okay,” I assure her. “I like stalkers.”

Her head snaps up and her eyes meet mine, her gaze startled.  I have to laugh again.  Something about her seems so innocent.  She’d truly be startled if she could hear my thoughts about her smoking hot body.

“Thank you for the flowers,” I tell her, chuckling.  “They’re nice.  You’re right. The room can definitely use some color.  You can set them over there if you’d like.”

I motion toward my empty dresser.  She moves in that direction, stopping to pick up the crumpled note from my father.

“Is this trash?” she asks innocently.  I nod and she drops it in the wastebasket.

“Thanks,” I tell her.  “That’s just where it belongs.”

She looks puzzled, but she doesn’t question my words.  Instead, she places the flowers on the dresser, then sits in the chair next to me.  And stares at me.

I stare back.

“What?” I ask her.  “Why are you looking at me like that?”

She smiles.  “I’m just happy to see your eyes open.  I know this is going to sound stupid, but you were in a bad way on Goose Beach.  And I haven’t been able to get those images out of my head.  So it’s nice to see you wide awake and perfectly fine.  I’ll have something to replace those bad images with now.”

Well, the idea that I’m perfectly fine is debatable.  But I’m a little puzzled.  She seems genuinely concerned, truly troubled.  And she doesn’t even know me, so why should she care?

So I ask her that.

And she’s the one who’s puzzled now.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” she asks, and then she pulls on her full lip with her teeth.  My gut clenches again as I catch a glimpse of her pink tongue.  “Anyone would be concerned.  And it was the first time that I’d ever tried CPR.  I don’t even know if I did it right.  And it was the first time I’d ever seen someone overdose.  I wasn’t sure exactly what was wrong when I first found you.  But you didn’t seem like you were just drunk.  I’m glad I called the ambulance.”

I stare at her now.

“You called the ambulance?”  Interesting.  I wonder what the hell happened to Jill?  She probably left me to die, the f**king whore.  You get what you pay for, I guess.  A few snorts of coke apparently don’t buy much.

Beautiful Girl nods.  “Yes, I did.  The girl who you were with wasn’t too happy about that. But I thought you needed it.  And it turns out that you did.”

Ah, so Jill was there.

“There was a girl with me?” I raise an eyebrow, probing to find out what happened with Jill.

Beautiful Girl shakes her head.  “Not at first.  She came while I was trying to decide what to do.  She was mad at you for something- until she saw the condition you were in.  And then she got hysterical.  She left when the paramedics arrived.”

That sounds about right.

“Well, thank you for calling help,” I tell her slowly, eyeing her, taking her all in.  “I’m Pax, by the way.”

She smiles.  “I know.  Stalker, remember?”

I smile back.  “Well, you have me at a disadvantage.  Because I don’t know you.”

And that’s a damn shame.

She holds out her hand and I take it.  Hers is small and soft, almost fragile.

“My name is Mila Hill.  It’s very nice to meet you.”

And it is.

I know I should tell her to run far, far from me, but of course I don’t.  She’s like a ray of sunshine in this bleak hospital room and I soak her up.  She’s got good, healthy energy and I like the way it feels to talk with her.

She’s like a breath of fresh air.

I may be the Big Bad Wolf, but even wolves need to breathe.

Chapter Four

Mila

I stare at the man in the bed, at this tattooed, hard man.

Pax Tate is beautifully sexy in a very masculine way.  There’s not an ounce of fat on him, he’s muscled and strong. I can see that from here.  He’s got an air of strength about him, like nothing is too much for him to handle, although his recent overdose contradicts that notion.  I feel like there’s a certain sadness to him, probably because his eyes hint at things that I don’t yet know about him, troubled things.  His body is hard, his face is hard, his eyes are hard.  Like stone.

And even still, I am pulled inexplicably to him.

I can’t explain it.  It’s not logical.

Maybe it is the vulnerable look hiding in his glittering hazel eyes; the eyes that almost seem warm, but contain too much past hurt to quite allow that, so they appear hard instead.  Maybe it is the devil-may-care attitude that exudes from him. Or perhaps it is the jaded look on his face, the expression that tells me that he is simply waiting for me to show that I am only here because I want something from him, which isn’t true, and part of me wants to prove it.