Lilith has had a rough life.
Neglected
forced to grow up young,
and distant form most of her peers alongside from two of her friends who are more enticed by the thought of popularity than anything else. Though after she met Scott everything chang...
We giggled at the realization our desperation to with one another. Exiting the shower, he softly covered me with my towel then the same with himself. We went our separate ways, to obtain clothing. My bedroom was just outside, so it wasn't that far to change quickly, and I knew he had fewer clothes than I had.
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I let my mind wonder a few a few seconds. I felt his strength assist me with by bra strap and stopped me from turning around. Feeling his nose against my neck, has he placed a kiss on the backside of my neck I leaned my head back.
"No talking to me?" "Shhh." I heard him say as he pulled my hair slightly back to kiss my neck this time rough, more savage less passionate. This left my neck sore and caused me to shift awkwardly.
"Stay". He commanded as I hear the door shut before standing the middle of the room in only my undergarments. My heart thumping in my chest like a drum.
Eventually, the door came open and he giggled.
"What are you doing my dear?" "Waiting on you, what took you so long?" "After that? You were just in here.. weren't you?"
His expression no longer bright. His smile turning to a harsh hardline as he locked the door quickly.
"What's wrong?" "I didn't leave my room Lillith..."
His gaze was around the room. He searched the closet, the sheets, locked the windows, checked under the bed and in the bathroom. I followed him, and he pushed me away.
"What is it?" "No." "Why can't see?" "Trust me you don't need to." He screamed at me "Go sit on the bed!"
I pushed past, as I fall into the bathroom and caught myself thankfully on the counter. Looking on the mirror, words written in the steam that was a threat in more poetic proportions.
Dark heart as a raven's quill, the bright eyes like the stars at night, but a wicked soul and an assassin's rite.
This was a quote from a novel I read a few years ago. Whomever was doing this knew me. They were someone I was close to I had to be....
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