𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
DARK ROMANCE
"Fuck. You."
I watched as the brown in his eyes darkened and he clenched his jaw. He stared at me for what felt like minutes and before I knew it, he had my back pressed against the wa...
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Weak. Broken little girl. Words that got thrown in my ear over and over again. Words I believed because fighting back made me less of a woman. If I had just listened I had thought maybe it would cause me less pain. If I hadn't thought about it maybe it would hurt less.
In some cases it did. Until I looked in the mirror and saw the reflection of a stranger. What could I have done to change this. That's what I asked myself. Why couldn't I just be loved? Was it because I was being raised with only a certain amount of love that was forced. Or was I born unloveable.
Wasn't I worth something other then blood?
Alex loved me. He'd told me plenty of times before, but I never believed him because I never knew how it felt to be loved by someone else other then my mother and possibly my brothers. My dad cared, but he didn't love me.
I didn't want to believe that Alex loved me because if he did that'd mean he was one person that could be taken away from me. Aldrik knew that. He knew that I couldn't love anyone without hurting. He'd make sure of it.
He took Alex away from me and thought I wouldn't do anything about it. Because he told me I couldn't kill him, but I was going to do what he told me I couldn't do. He knew I was stubborn after all.
My eyes started to water again from the goddamn eye contacts I put in. I quickly put the straightener down burning myself along the way "Fuck!" I yelled dropping the straightener on the bathroom counter as it made contact with my arm. My head was still throbbing a little from the hangover I had.
I looked at the small mild first degree burn I gave myself when the door suddenly opened behind me and Julian walked in with concern spread across his face. I gazed at him through the mirror and when his eyes settled on me he took in my watery eyes that were now pointless tears running down my face and the hand I had over my burn.
"What's wrong?" He asked with a calm tone. My eyes trailed over his body. I hadn't seen him since we went over the plan one last time and separated ways to get ready and the sight of him in his all black three piece suit made me weak inside.
"Nothing" I managed to get out as he looked up and down my body. I was wearing a nicely fitted black dress that had a slit going up my leg. It was tight, but it also let me move freely which was what I needed. I was wearing more makeup than usual and my hair was straightened and almost went past my hips.
"Why are you crying?" he asked. This time he approached me.
"I'm not crying" I fumed with annoyance "it's the damn eye contacts" I wiped the tears away and started to reapply my makeup.
"You don't like wearing them don't you?" He said, his tone making it sound like he needed confirmation instead of an answer.
"Hate them" when I looked at him he nodded his head as if he'd already known I hated them. But how?
