This book contains 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 |18+|
(Editing, which means I plan to rewrite this whole book)
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"But... but why?"
"Because I didn"t want to hurt you even if it meant lying to you more."
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𝐏𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐞 has always...
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I finish drying my hair so my curls can set. I finished putting my clothes on. I woke up with Aelius not next to me, which is so rude. But it's okay I'm not mad... okay I am so what. We are each pillow and my pillow wasn't doing his job.
I'm so firing him. I didn't even get my morning kisses or hugs, how dare he?
I walk out of the room and head downstairs. I stop midway when I hear laughing. "Are these her baby pictures?"
"Yes, you should've seen her. She had the cuties, baby butt-" I rush down the stairs before she can say anymore. "Good morning. Oh gosh is that our photo book, here let me see that." I try reaching for it but she pulled it back. "I was just getting to the good part. Your bath time pictures. Look isn't she a cutie?"
Nope. Nope. Before I can hear his response, I rushed into the kitchen opening the back door. I walk over to the garden watering the flowers and head toward the greenhouse.
I sit down staring at the empty canvas. It's been a while since I painted. This was was a safe place. A safe place for my mind to travel anywhere. Put my safe place isn't a place it's a person. His my safe place. His my asylum where I can escape the world and be on my own.
I picked up the paintbrush, dipping it into the dark gray. Lightly drifting it onto the white surface. When I paint drift away. I let my hand take control of the paintbrush. Letting my mind into my fingers that control the brush movements. This was how I coup this was my therapy.
Flashback *** TRIGGER WARNING***
I'm so hot it's so hard to breathe. "It's okay philo. I'm here." Owen? Where was I?
"Mom, Dad." I hear footsteps going down the hall and then gasp. "Owen what happened." I feel another hand causing me to jump.
Please don't touch me.
"I told her to the party I'm sorry I- I just wanted her to get out. Then she- I found Alex on top of her and I blanked. They had to pull me off of him."
"The hell were you thinking son? Were you not watching her?"
"I- " "Both of you shut up. Lay her down, bring a cold towel, and call Isaiah. " All I can feel are hands, hands everywhere. Crawling up my skin. His eyes on me, his hands, his breath.
