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Song: sweater weather-the neighbourhood
Again sorry that it's so short, once I've finished editing and start writing again they will be a lot longer
-what are you doing?-
I give him an awkward lopsided smile, hoping that I've said enough for him to leave me alone. Or at least be quiet for long enough for me to figure out a plan of action.
"Okay, good!" He says emotionlessly, sending cold shivers down my spine at his attitude.
Pushing his back of the wall he turns back to me and starts towards me but for every step he takes I shuffle back across the mattress, he kept approaching until I hit the space where the bed frame meets the wall. He grips my chin and tips it up.
He leans in as I turn my face away so he isn't as close to me. He licks my cheek roughly, leaving a line of spit in its wake. He laughs at me seemingly sensing my discomfort. I try to push him back but he just stays where he is still laughing maniacally. His head tips up from laughter as he steps back watching my anxious form out of the corner of his eye. Eventually I slip out of his grip, pushing past him and rush to the door I was nearly there when he rugby tackles to the floor and pins me down. His arms gripping my back to stop me crawling forward.
"You really thought you could out run me that easily? Oh no no no honey, you still have to meet someone, someone very important. He's been waiting a long time to see you..." He murmurs to me.
He gets up, grabs my upper arm and pulls me with him into what I assumed is the living room.
Shoving me forward against a chair he whistles. Like the way you would whistle at a dog to get it to come back to you.
When suddenly I find out who he is whistling at. There in all his old, wrinkled, prideful glory he stands acting like he owns the place.
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I'm trying to edit it so that the cringe parts are avoided but there so much of it I don't know how lmao.
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General FictionI pull his shirt lower feeling very self conscious in his empty gaze. "Why do I still have socks on? I have just a t-shirt and then SOCKS... That-" I pause trying to put my thoughts into words, "that makes no sense! It's not even that cold!" "I lik...
