Legs Closed

My songs know what you did in the dark.

"Omg Jeff seriously you think that your just so badass that you can just get whatever the hell you want! Well listen here pal I don't give a damn about your pathetic wants. I have wants to but I don't freaking murder people just so I can have them!" You were just walking off the stage when you saw your boyfriend of seven years covered in blood in the back of the arena. "Oh so it's back to that now? Wow babe you really got a way with the words. I should've killed you but NOOOO! I didn't because you were all bruised up because those fucking bastards in your high school beat the crap out of you." Jeff realised what he had just done wrong. You were crying you knew you were crying because you felt threatened and alone. You and Jeff never fought like this, at least not that you can remember. " Than why didn't you? Why didn't you kill me? Why Jeff? Why didn't you just slit my throat and watch me as I bled out? Why? Why? WHY?" you were screaming. Pounding your fists onto his chest. "Because... Because I felt..." Jeff jumped from corner to corner stuttering his words. " What Jeff what did you feel sorry for me? What tell me?" Jeff finished his jumping around and walked over and stood behind you his breath hitting your ear. " I'm sure you want to know but its better if you don't know." You turn and look Jeff in the eyes. "And what makes you say that?" you say sternly your gaze still latched to his. " Because... it kinda includes someone wearing my shirt the next morning." You were sure that your cheeks were red. ;)