My favorite yet most torturous memory; we were 7 or 8 years old, in my old backyard, Lexi and I. We were sitting on the trampoline and talking about her family. Her parents were.... not good. Worse than not good they were absolutely terrible. At the time, I thought mine were great. they never hit me or did the things that Lexi's dad did late at night. She started sobbing while explaining last night's horrific events. her blue eyes were red and her beautiful lips chewed and blistered; it was hard to watch. I pulled her into a gentle yet engulfing hug. her sobs softened and her pained eyes met mine. I felt so drawn to her lips. I would love to kiss her wounds and take away her pain. I don't know why but I just wanted her. At 8, that's not normal. Especially for a girl in the church.
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Ever Lasting
Teen FictionAsh is fighting with herself and all of society with her inner demons and her past... bur add a little bit of spice
