He kisses the corner of my lips one final time before pulling away, forcing my eyes to fly wide in irritation as I see the wicked yet beautiful smirk on his lips.
"You can't tease me like that and not continue what you were about to start." I say bo...
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Sunday
. . .
Mila has been fine lately except for that incident of Friday. It honestly scared me a bit, had me worried about her.
I can't remember when last I felt like this. Worried for a women in a romantic way. Of course I'm worried constantly about my mother and father, their health but this is different.
A knock at the pulls me out my thoughts and I tell them to come in.
Speak of the devil, Mila walks in, in some skinny jeans and a shirt.
So simple yet so beautiful.
I'm absolutely amazed by her beauty. It's outstanding. Shocking.
She truly is a princess in my eyes, a queen.
The three of us would be lucky enough just to be friends with her. To break through that wall that she's using to guard herself.
But it's understandable.
We may have gotten her to a safer place, helped her, let her stay here but she doesn't know us enough to let that wall down.
And we will carry on trying to achieve that goal.
We want her to trust us, feel comfortable and not intimidated by us.
And maybe one day we'll be able to officially call her, ours.
Because right now we do call her ours even though we know it's not true, in our cold and cruel hearts we do.
We're crazy about her and we've only known her for a short time.
Imagine what it's going to be like when we really get to know her.
Hopefully she'll let us get to know her properly.
. . .
"You signed your death the second you laid a finger on her. And we show no mercy to anyone who had touched and harmed ours. Understand." I pull out my sharpest knife and slowly drag it across his arm, deep enough to draw blood but not enough to really cause damage.
Kyle is his name, whimpers in pain.
Absolutely pathetic.
My mind immediately goes back to hearing her cries, telling him to stop.
I clench my jaw in anger as I dig the knife into his arm and drag it down as he cries for me to stop.
"Isn't it ironic when she begged you to stop and you didn't listen and now you expect me to listen." I chuckle, anger flowing through my veins.
I place my blade to his cheek and start carving out his cheek. He tries to forms words as he starts choking on his blood brining this satisfying feeling through my body.
