MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT. Viewer Discretion is advised.
*The people inside of this work are FACE-CLAIMS. This has no correlation to any IRL individual.*
*This is messy plot. Made when I was a teen. Beware.*
The story of a young woman who finds he...
"This must be fake. My lip starts to shake. How does she know who I am? And why does she give a damn about me?" ♫ Teenage Dirtbag By Wheatus.
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✧ May 1st... ✧
Green grass, green trees, blue skies, chirping birds, warm sun, laughing kids, blooming flowers, jogging moms, pink sunsets, and quiet roads. I was back in perfect, peaceful suburban Chicago with nothing but a suitcase and a dream.
Oh, and to top it all off, a bloody fucking lip.
"You heartbreaking, two-timing, whore!"
"Augh 'fuck..." My back hit the mowed grass of my front lawn from a deck in the jaw as fast and hard as a moving train. My hand reached up immediately to clutch my pulsing lip, freshly sliced open from Koi's diamond ring. The bright red blood dripping out covered my chin, neck and palms.
Yeah. Deserved.
"You show up here unannounced after two months and think everything's' just gonna be okay!?" She grabbed a potted plant from by the front of the garage and chucked it at me, soil spilling all over my clothes and face. The ceramic pot broke against my rib-cage, "You think you could just walk back in and we'd all kiss and make up, nicey nice! You broke my best friends heart!"
"I just got here..." I grunted in pain, wincing from the intensity of the blazing sun on my eyes, "Can you beat me senseless later, please? Holy shit, Koi."
My eyes were shaded when she stood above me, holding her hands on her hips, "That depends! Why're you here?" I hadn't heard her that angry since the time she found out Kevin Richardson left the backstreet boys.
"I live here?-"
"I will break your face!" She yelled, "The truth. Now. Or you can pack your shit and go back where you came."
"I don't fuckin' know!" I yelled back, spitting out dirt and blood that had accumulated under my tongue. I tried to open my mouth and come up with a good enough answer as to why I was suddenly back and desperate to see everyone but—there was no explanation that didn't sound like he most pathetic thing in the world.
The truth was that I was exhausted and sick of living. Entirely.
I had been the second I walked away from Cherry at that church and made the single biggest mistake of my life.
I said the most awful things and we had such a wasteful fight all because I was scared. Scared of losing her but also scared of being with her. Scared that—if I chose between her and what I thought was my family, I'd be giving up hope on finding Bella or being selfish. And in turn, I let people like Cosette manipulate me into thinking I was selfish for choosing the woman who made me the happiest.
The woman who set my soul on fire with one glance. The woman who was so fucking hot, she made it hard to breathe—or want to.
She never left my mind. There wasn't a day I didn't think about her face, her touch, her voice, her skin. I dreamt about it.
