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This story is mature for many reasons. It revolves a lot on drug addiction. Not too exactly fantasize on it, but in a perspective of a young lady who thinks drugs become her world. She also has an abusive past which is NOT okay or a sweet thing. It affects people, abuse to yourself and others is NOT OKAY. Drugs aren't good either. Also this story has strong language and mature subjects such as one night stands and sexual intercourse. If any of this stuff strongly upsets you while reading then stop reading it. Alright yep.
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Touch.
Skin.
Sweat.
Pain.
Feeling.
All words to describe right now.
He grabs my face and our lips collide. I groan. The boy cusses something under his breathe. Id give a name, but I don't acutely know this boy.
I'll call him Jack, yah he looks like a jack. With brown hair and a haircut that shows a past buzz-cut.
It went from 15 minutes ago at a club too here at a junk-yard in the backseat. Of course.
When I first saw him he didn't look decent at all so it wasn't alarming. Well then again anyone should have the decency to go to more like a drive in or something.
Sadly I even knew Jack wasn't in it for my beauty. I mean if you saw me, I was a total wreck.
Heavy black eyeliner, messy cut brown hair with all kind of wild fading colors, 5"4 so not much of long legs and totally short. Oh how I hated being short. The things that made me look even worse was the extending line of tattoos I kept somehow getting. Go in one night with a guy at a hotel, wake up next morning on the streets with a tattoo on my arm of a stupid punk band name or even occasionally a guy's number. When I got real drunk and threesomes came into action, id even get hickeys the shape of Mickey Mouse on my cheek which would take days to leave.
You could look at me a couple of ways. You could see me and look at those tattoos and think art. Maybe see my tattoos and think waste of good skin. You could see my hair and think I was some hippie. It all came down to perspective.
Jack became tired of me stalling and he broke the kissing and touching and said "we should stop." I give him huge eyes and then nod. "Well bye" he says. I raise my eyebrow. It's fucking 4am at a dump like 9 miles from where I live. What the hell. I get out of the car and the cold touches my bare skin
Welcome to my life.
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Our smokey love
RomanceDrugs Smoking Making out. Things Shelby was good at or liked. That's all she felt she needed and had in life. Good Grades Music Soccer. Things Jackson was good at or liked. All he felt that would make his future so bright.
