BRING ME BACK TO HEAVENS // ALAN <3

[amy jane moore]

Upset. she was very upset. what was bothering her was jealousy. seeing pictures of Alan with other girls half naked made her feel terrible. he told her that he liked modeling only after they got married. at first she thought it wasn't a big deal but gradually when she started to come across the photos of him and other girls where they stood very closer to him, dressed up in very little and he used to be shirtless. the girls would be kissing him, tearing off his shirts, and seeing all these pictures boiled her blood. he liked modeling and she didn't like that at all. in fact she didn't find it to be acceptable that alan wanted to continue with modeling after their marriage, and what she feared was what had happened. he had recieved a new project and he seemed to be very much into it. she wanted to stop him but they had promised each other that they wouldn't take away each others right to do anything, in other words, freedom. she wanted to keep the promise but she wasn't liking the idea of seeing her husband half naked in bed with girls dressed up as whores for the sake of photography. it was inappropriate, more like a sin.

she was pissed. very angry and upset. she wasn't the type to go around breaking things in anger but she did that today. she smashed a glass on the floor in anger and burst into tears. it had only been ten days to their marriage. people were expecting them to be in love like a newly married couple and enjoy ever minute of it. she did enjoy being around him but not to forget this was only a compromise, a sacrifice they made with their own happiness for the sake of their parents. once she was done crying out loudly to calm her nerve, she bend down to pick up the glass piece and started picking them up. luckily nobody was at home. his parents had left for a business trip the next day of their marriage and the two of them lived all alone in the huge house that was haunted by silence all the time. the image of half naked girls kissing alan ran through her mind and she tightened her grip onto the pieces of broken glass that was in her hand. so tightly that her hand started to bleed and the glass dug into her hand's flesh. amy moaned in pain and quickly stood up as blood dripped down her hand and droplets of blood dripped onto the floor as she walked back to kitchen.

she needed to smoke. after a long time she felt the need to smoke and found cigerette. at first she hesitated but she put the cig between her lips and lighted it up with the lighter. blood dripped down her hand but she didn't care. she just didn't know how to fix the wound and was too busy smoking that she tried to ignore the pain of her bleeding hand. she inhaled and exhaled, and when her cig was over, she threw it on the floor and lighted another one and then another one. for the first time she had smoked five of the cigs all at once and their litter laid down on the floor, telling the number of cigerette she had smoken. reaching for another one she lighted it up. the door of the house opened, indicating that Alan was home. she wanted to talk to him, be nice but something held her back and decided to be ignorant towards him. her mood was a mixture of anger, agony, annoyance and sadness.

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[alan anthony moore]

Alan really couldn't help the way he was and how things worked out, because when he found his self in sight of a new modeling job he took it. He enjoyed modeling sometimes. Of course when he was sixteen and first starting out he didn't like it at all, it was just something his mom talked him into doing at the time. It wasn't in till he was about eighteen when he really got into it, and started doing it more often and looking for modeling jobs where ever they were and it didn't matter the kind of job either. He knew that the jobs he got weren't really appropriate and he really made Amy mad doing them, but he wasn't going to just stop, he liked them and he wasn't a whore or anything for doing them. Besides it was just a job, and that was that. It was the end of another photoshoot and nodding to the other models headed out to his car to go home. Being married now was a really new feeling to him, it meant now he had to watch what he did around the house and what he said to. Instead oh walking around in his boxers like he use to, he was known to wear actual clothes more often, and he slept the same way too.

That was just married like now though, his life wasn't as it use to be. Sighing he started his car and sped home wanting to get home pretty quickly, he was both tired and just wanted to be home. Making the second turn on his street he ran a hand through his hair thinking, his parents weren't home which meant Amy and he had the house to themselves and he prayed that wasn't going to end in disaster but lately she seemed to get angry with him and he didn't like that. In his mind he didn't really do anything wrong, he tried being a good husband, he really did and normally he was. It was just the fact that he modeled and sometimes in the photos he was with other women, that never meant he liked any of them and they knew he was married too. Most of them respected that and the ones who didn't, well they normally were known to stay away from the man. He warned them if they didn't, they would have his wife after them, yes ten days of marriage and he already knew not to anger his wife. Though even with that it still happened, and he couldn't say he enjoyed it because he didn't one bit. Parking his car outside his house he shoved his phone in his pocket, grabbing his jacket from the back seat he took his keys and headed inside.

Looking around the room he headed into one room noticing the few pieces of broken glass and droplets of blood on the floor confusion crossing his mind. "Why is there broken glass to his floor?" he called out talking more to his self then to Amy before heading into the kitchen looking down at the used cigerettes on the floor blinking, had Amy been smoking. That surprised him and really confused him, he thought she stopped, when he did a bit ago. "You've been smoking again" he muttered looking up at her noticing her bleeding hand, "and your hand's bleeding" he added in his surprise. He also noted that Amy didn't look to happy either right now, he was really sorta wondering why and what was really going on. "Is something the matter?" he looked at her putting his jacket on a chair in the kitchen.

[amy jane moore]

he was home on time right at lunch. she had cooked chicken spaghetti but wasn't hungry. usually whenever he was home, she would go upto him, greet him with a smile, sometimes when she missed him a lot, then perhaps a hug, like an affectionate wife towards her husband. But today was a different story. he was doing exactly what she hated the most and she couldn't even stop him. he had every right to live his life to the fullest, he had his freedom and she was clinging to the promise they made while her blood boiled and her arched with pain everytime she saw him with another girls who who surrounded him and stood half naked posing seductively towards him. what if he got attracted to one of them? what if any one of them made a dirty little move on him? what if he fell for any one of them? after marriage there was so much to worry about. she didn't have him wrapped around her finger that she could let people make a move on him, and not worry that he wouldn't fall for them. it was in human nature, to get physically attracted to people. she did trust him but didn't trust those girls. those bloody whores wore so little clothes that they exposed their body to him too much to tempt him, to turn him on, to make it all seductive, never had amy done that when she had every right after all they were married lawfully and husband and wife. but they hadn't even slept together, or shared the bed. he would sleep on the couch and she would sleep on the bed. not that she didn't wanted to get physical with him but she needed some time, to overcome all the bonds of awkwardness. it was going to take some time. she was hating this. how dare those girls be more closer to alan physically than amy, who found it too hard. but then again it was only a part of the job, nothing more than that. in amy's eyes it was more of a sin, a crime rather than a job and yet she couldn't stop him. she did openly show her dislike for his job but didn't massively criticize him, for she was afraid that she might hurt his feelings. she cared way too much for him.

she looked at him who held a quzzical look. she ignored all he said and pretended like he wasn't there and looked away. inhaling for another time, she started to cough and felt her hand tremble as it ached with pain. she let out a gentle moan before throwing the cig on the floor and stepping on it. she reached for the oven and pulled out the bowl if spaghetti, took two plates and forks and set them on the table. she set orange juice with two glasses next to it and sat down on the chair. her hand throbbed with pain again and she moaned. more blood dripping. she wished he would fix her wound but also wanted to maintain her distance from him. it was her right hand that was bleeding so she found it too hard to pick the fork and eat. help, that was what she needed but she wasn't going to ask for it. picking the fork with the left hand she tried to spin her fork on the spaghetti but she couldn't handle to twirl the fork and it fell to floor from her hand. she shook her hand and sighed heavily. she knew he hated to be ignored but she wasn't doing this on purpose. he was making her act as such.

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[alan anthony moore]

When she didn’t greet him at the door that was the very first sign that something wasn’t right. Amy usually greeted him when he got home, it was something he almost looked forward to but it seemed to him that it wasn’t the case today and that really sorta confused him. She’s mad at me, which is just what he figured and he had dealt with her mad before easily. She never really stayed mad at him for long, normally he did something and it made her stop being mad at him and he really hoped that would be the case today. Besides he told Amy many times those girls he posed with in those pictures meant nothing to him, in many cases those girls were girls he’s been in pictures with before and people he knew for awhile. Amy just had to trust him, and if she couldn’t do that well then he didn’t know what to do, Alan was a respectful guy, he also just happened to be a model. There wasn’t anything wrong with that, at least in his mind there wasn’t and when people noticed him, which some people did there was nothing wrong with that either. It was just all part of his job, and yes he did get paid for modeling, it sorta helped pay for his college funds when his parents didn’t help out.

Blinking slightly when Amy decided to ignore him he sighed, he hated being ignored because it made him feel like he did something wrong and the last time he checked he didn’t really do anything. In fact Alan was only now just getting home, so how could he have. That’s what confused him, “okay seriously what did I do Amy and seriously why are you smoking. I thought we both stopped, I mean I know I did” he glanced quickly down at the cigarettes on the floor before grabbing the broom and dust pan cleaning them up and heading back into the room with the broken glass cleaning that up too. Broken glass was not good to keep in the house, someone could get hurt he noted before throwing the trash away and grabbing a paper towel wetting it to clean up the drops of blood. He started first with the other room wiping it up on one quick motion before walking back into the kitchen wiping the other droplets of blood heading to the bathroom them grabbing bandages and disinfectant. Walking back into the kitchen over to Amy he picked the fork up off the ground and went to put it in the sink grabbing a new one s well as cleaning the dropped food off the ground. “Give me your hand” he asked her politely sitting in the chair right beside her.