The illness was stronger than them. It took over their life at a young age, and was still there, even in their adult years.
I walked into the coffee shop, ordering a untouched black coffee. I took a long sip. Bitter, just the way I like it. I was about to walk back home, when I got the itch. I sat my coffee on the nears table and ask the lady at the counter if she could watch my drink for me while I went to the bathroom. I had to take care of my itch.
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It was snowing hard and I craved coffee so I went to the nearest coffee shop, Blue's. As I made my way through the doors, I took in the scent. I felt as if I was on cloud 9. When I reached the counter I asked for a black coffee. I liked my coffee bitter, like my life. She handed it to me and I payed. I decided to sit in a set and enjoy the view that was about to unfold in front of me. A snow storm was forming. I smirked. I loved snow storms. I was glad I was at the coffee shop, the walls were covered in windows so I could see everything that happened outside until the snow swallowed us. I took a look around to see who I would be trapped in with. To my right was what I thought was a family of 4. A woman which I assumed was the mom, with a man that I thought was the dad, and two adorable twin girls being their kids. The woman was looking out the window with worry. She saw the storm. She turned to the man and started talking about something, probably trying to tell him about the storm. The dad looked and laugh. I'm guessing he thought she was just being paranoid. I turned my attention to the girl behind the counter, giving here a closer look, she had to be no older then 17. She was the only one working. I follower her eyes to see her looking to the window. Her eyes full of fear. She knew the storm was coming too. Was I the only one excited for the storm? I thought. Probably. I took a long sip of coffee, Ahhh, refreshing. I felt my phone vibrate. I look down to see I had a text from Brandon.
Brandon- Where are you?!?! I woke up and you where gone!
Brandon was my toy. He let me take all my argues out on him, so I would be able to walk around normal. And in return he got great sex.
Me- I'm at Blue's. I wanted coffee.
I returned and shut off my phone. He was not about to ruin my snow storm.
I look up to see a pair of captivating green eyes staring back at me. . . .
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Twisted Love
RomanceA tale of a man (masochist) and a woman(sadistic/sadism). This story is a little twisted. Scratch that a lot twisted. Hence the tittle Twisted Love. This story in no way is meant to offend anyone.