Yes! I am late! But yes! You love me! Right? Please? No? (T-T) <that's a crying face btw.
Not edited, probably not the best, probably bad, okay no come on you can't really think that! I mean hey! It's me writing it! Have some faith.
Nope. You'll probably lose all your vocabulary reading this.
Bon appetite.
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Lyric
My skin froze over everywhere he touched me, my fingers shook where his hands held me.
I was so weak, so fragile. I always knew lies didn't last long and I was a living lie, a façade, and Brody worked his way through that and I hated him for it. He broke through my self confidence, he broke through my hope for anything no woman would usually do and when I was finally regaining my balance after that great drop, he swept my feet from under me, not even bothering to catch me afterward.
"You're beautiful," he breathed on my ear and it was no way near comforting. It made me want to run my face through tar and clean it with a muddy towel rather than being held by this boy before me. Brody Benson.
We were still on my bed, my back pressed against the wall and my cheek facing away from him, eyes sealed shut as he held my hands above his head.
Why was I always weak in the presence of Brody? I was able to take down Ky, why not Brody? The answer was simple. Brody had more confidence than I and had also accomplished this fete before, putting me through more torture than I had ever experienced with Ky.
A little after the incident in my bedroom, he had dragged me out to his car, blindfolded in my own scarf, gagged with my own sock. I could barely breathe but why would he care? I flinched toward the window as I felt him trace the length of my arm, closing my eyes tighter and biting in the sock to keep me from screaming.
"Are you scared of me?" He asked.
Yes! I almost screamed. Yes, I am scared of you! You scare me to the point I'd rather die than know what you're about to do to me! You scare me so much I'd jump west gate bridge rather than be close to you! Yes! Yes! Yes! You scare the living hell out of me!
"No." I told him, trying my best to keep my voice steady.
"Good." He replied. "Because I love a girl who knows her worth."
This is how he treated a girl he loved? A girl who knew her worth? To show her that no matter how worthy she was any man could take that from her in a matter of minutes?
I remember the last thing Milo said to me before I broke up with Ky and I reckon he pulled the final straw. If it wasn't for him then I'd probably be slaving for the dick head, still indecisive.
"Respect yourself enough to walk away from anything that no longer serves you, grows you or makes you happy. Know your worth. Sometimes you have to walk away from what you want to find what you deserve, and trust me baby doll, Ky doesn't deserve you one little bit."
"What are you trying to say?" I asked even though I had a clear idea of his reasoning and that was the problem. It was so reasonable.
"All I'm saying is make sure you don't start seeing yourself through the eyes who don't value you." He said, running a frustrated hand through his short hair. "Like, what I'm trying to say is that you should know your worth even though others don't."
If I could walk away from Ky then I shouldn't have ended up where I was now. This shouldn't be happening after a pushed through my ordeal with Ky. I should learn that I was stronger. I was better. Better than this boy in the body of a man.
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Tomboy
Fiksi Remaja"No one will believe you anyways." He said, the smile audible in his voice as I felt his body weight on top of me. "No!" I screamed, wriggling and kicking my legs as hard as I could. This couldn't be my first time. "We both know you don't really me...
