Clementine.
He was once my saviour, now he's my captor.
Ezekiel Ambrose doesn't hide who he is. Unlike me he's proud being a monster.
Cruel.
Popular.
Devilishly handsome.
Sinner.
Ezekiel
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I'm a people pleaser, always putting others before myself without a second thought. I grew up with that mentality, the people around me encouraged it, those around me enjoyed it. Me? Hated it with all my soul, but what was I supposed to do but smile when smiling was my go to?
I latch myself onto the first person to show me attention, that's how it's always been and how it will always be. Part of me suspects I act that because of the void craved where my heart should be.
It haunts me. My mind haunts me. I haunt me.
Mother was right when she said no one would love me the way I love. Loving in this day and age was a joke. Nothing mattered to a man other than sticking his dick in a hole. Expect that the only hole I have is the gaping one in my heart. The one Ezekiel Ambrose personally gave me had a devilish look on his face.
I'm nothing but a wounded girl, desperate for the love I so crave. Possessing someone who returned the favor only seemed fair. I grew up with nothing and everything at the same time.
My wealth belongs to my parents until I'm of age. The mansion I grew up in isn't in my name. The people I surrounded myself with stayed because of my family name, not mine. Love was the only thing that would truly belong to me.
I belong to no one, and no one belongs to me.
"Quit spacing out and head out with the girls, Monroe!" I felt a hand on the small of my back, prompting me forward with a slight push.
A sad reality this is. I gave a tight-lipped smile. "Sorry, coach."
Then I ran towards the track where the rest of my classmates were.
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How are you feeling? It's our last class of the day, which happens to be my least favorite because of the people I share it with. We're given instructions to work alone on paper, which includes working in silence. My best friend blatantly ignores Mr. Alister's warning, leaning towards me with her face and body forward and sliding me a tiny note.
She drew a smiling sun on the right corner of the note.
I raise my chin at the front of the class, checking Mr. Alister's back to make sure he's not looking, and then I return my attention to the note.
Better. I wrote in cursive. That's a lie—a fat one. I couldn't feel anything positive with him in the same room as me. His presence held my heart hostage. His very existence did. I didn't know how I was supposed to go on living life as normal, knowing that I willingly allowed myself to play into his game like the lovesick idiot that I am.
"Alright, class." Mr. Alister began. Autumn hurriedly wrote back on the paper, her writing messy, then gave it to me.
