Kill Kill -- CR

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Cale's POV

"Stand up," Chandlers voice echoed through my ears, and the sight of the gun instantly terrified me. "I'm not going to harm you. I just need you to listen."

I reluctantly stood to my feet, trembling as his blue glare pierced into me. His lips were flattened into a straight line, showing no recognizable emotion as my life fell into his hands.

A flicker of emotion flashed through his eyes, as if he'd had no idea what he was doing.

The gun was no longer pointed at my head. Chandler was currently sticking it into the waistline of his jeans. His footsteps stomp over to me, as he roughly tanks me by my wrist, jerking me towards him. His lips smash into mine as he pulls me closer, gripping me tightly so that I am unable to move. "I'm sorry," He cried, pulling away. "I am so fucking sorry."

Our lips are rejoined as my wrist are freed. My hands down his face, hair, my arms test on his shoulders as I feel his hands slide around my waist.

Chandler lips dance perfectly with mine, like they were meant to collide.

I hate how much he means to me, but I also hate how much I mean to him.

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"Let's go " Chandler sighs, shifting his backpack and flattening his lips. After roughly brushing my hair, and sliding on a navy blue sweater and black leggings, I tie my black converse and stand up. "Come on, gorgeous girl."

He takes my shaky hands in his soft ones. "I am truly sorry," He whispers, planting a kiss on my forehead. He's been apologizing for ten thousand years. It's getting really annoying.

"Where are we going?" I ask, sighing.

A smile grows on his face. "Somewhere fun."

"A crack house?" I say jokingly. He chuckles, looking at our intertwined hands. "Not that fun," He's laughing now.

"I promise you'll love it." His smile is reassuring, but his eyes remain cold and distant.

I'm afraid of what his eyes are hiding.

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