Lucie & Matteo | WRU series | Book 2
I have loved and I have lost
Pain touched my skin like a shadow
Wrapped itself around my chest
And slowly nestled itself inside my heart
It's the shadow that knows best
Because I have loved and I have lost
You b...
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4 Nov
Violence is an outlet so I don't feel The pain hurting me The anger slashing at me Destroying me Ruining me Violence isn't a solution It's a fucking relief
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My cheekbone stings. My eye throbs. My blood boils.
That fucking-
"Don't go after him." Two small hands connect with my chest, stopping me from moving.
My head snaps down to a girl, at least a foot shorter than me, with firefighter-red lips blocking my path. Her straight blonde locks are still swaying above her shoulders from her sudden movement.
The second her big blue eyes collide with mine, she snatches her hands back as if the contact electrocuted her fingers.
She clears her throat, regaining whatever confidence she lost mere seconds ago. "Why don't we sit down for a second."
"Why don't you move out of my fucking way." My cutting voice makes her eyes widen.
I thought my tone would be enough to make my point, to make it perfectly clear that whatever her intentions are, I don't want her interfering. However, when I step aside, she neatly follows.
"I can't do that."
My throbbing eye is pumping anger into my blood, and her boycotting my plans for payback isn't helping me with trying to keep my calm.
"You have two legs, I'm pretty sure you're capable," I snarl, tasting the fury on my tongue.
I step aside, expecting to have made the message that she should mind her own business perfectly clear. However, I take one step, and there she is. Her little figure blocking my path.
"I get that you're angry." Her voice is soft and understanding.
It's fucking bullshit.
"You get it?" I laugh bitterly. "A stranger fucking hit me in the face out of the blue in my own fucking house, but lucky me that another fucking stranger gets that I'm angry. Really helpful, really fucking helpful."
My chest is burning with rage. I want to scream. I want to do something reckless to relieve my body of the venomous adrenaline pumping through my veins. I want to hit something. Preferably the asshole that ran away like a coward.
It's not my fault his girlfriend flirted with me and magically forgot to tell me she had a boyfriend. A detail the asshole probably doesn't know.
"Don't go after him."
I ignore her as I step aside for the third time in the past two minutes to prevent myself from running the girl over.
"Please, don't hit him." There she is again, barreling herself in front of my feet, stopping me dead in my tracks.
