"I will ruin you baby," he whispers digging his nails into my hips sending a chill cascading down my spine.
"Then ruin me Jude, ruin me till there's nothing left of me." I spoke softly, "make me feel something, make me feel anything, make me feel al...
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Today I woke up angry, it was the anniversary of the day my dad left and it was eating at me and leaving no crumbs.
I washed and I washed as thoroughly as I could this morning during my shower but I couldn't seem to get the ink off my thigh, I got the sense that Jude Knew exactly what he was doing marking me like that, he knew that everyone is going to see it and think that I'm some obsessed fan when I'm not. I'm the furthest thing in the planet from his fan, in fact, I can barely stand him most of the time.
Everyone was working their ass off this week in practice because this weekend was the pre-show for the first dance of the season- the nutcracker. I was obviously lead and unfortunately, Dakota was my understudy. I could say a lot of bad things about Dakota Fitzgerald but none of which would be that she was a bad dancer, if anything she was good- Shame she would never be as good as me though.
