"What is it that you want from me? Huh?" He spat, raising his voice. There was a vein in his neck and he was turning red. I've never seen him this upset, I must've really hit a nerve.
His lips were tight but they were so juicy and kissable. "I want...
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I S A I A H
Red.
My favorite color and the only color I'm seeing at the moment. I hit the bag with so much rage in my body that I didn't care that I don't have any gloves on.
I pretended the bag was a enemy and poured all of my anger and frustration out. Grunts was the only thing heard coming from my mouth as sweat beaded down my shirtless chest.
So much runs through my mind the voices never stop. They scream and yell at my every move, every thought, it makes me angry. No matter how hard I try to block out the voices they always seem to come back. There's never a time when the voices are gone and it's complete silence.
That is.... Until Zariah.
Zariah's face was all that I could see suddenly and I hit the bag harder and with more force.
I shouldn't have let her touch me. I should've pushed her away from me before she even had the courage to come near me. Now all I can see is her.
Her smile.
Her laugh.
Her captivating eyes.
Her full lips.
Her beautiful curves.
Her beautiful fucking soul.
The way she smells.
Fuck, the way she feels.
That girl has me wrapped around her tiny little fingers already and I fucking. Despise. Her.
I fucking hate her.
How dare she do this to me? I'm stuck between a rock and hard place now because I don't want to deceive my brothe- no scratch that, it's fuck him— I don't want to deceive my father. If he finds out what I did, he'll go mad and I'll probably have to deal with the consequences.
She pulled me into her mess so easily with a snap of her fingers and ruined me.
I shouldn't be feeling this way. I hate feeling this way. I don't know what to do with myself now.
