Creepy pasta

Chapter XVI - drunk

° just smile and say you're fine, cause nobody really cares anyway. °

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I struggle to move, his arm held my body tightly, and his other hand still covered my mouth.

And I felt like I couldn't breathe. I tried and tried but his hands were covering my nostrils.

"Eleanor?" Nina repeated, and her voice feeble.

"Next time, don't ever make that move again." he whispered. "And I mean ever." He finally removed his hands and I gasp for air. He pushed me and I fell to the floor.

I was breathing heavily, and I heard someone footsteps approaching. I fixed myself and moved backwards. He already hurt me, what more do he want?

"Is anyone there?" The familiar voice spoke.

"Devon." I choked out.

"Eleanor?" He said, flashing his lights.

"What's wrong?" He asked, lifting me

"I'm fine."

It was so awkward, I didn't know what to do so I just hugged him, hoping he wouldn't let go quickly. He seemed tense, and he looked liked he didn't know what to do nor what's going going on. He finally rest his hand onto my waist and I cried silently. He rubbed his hands in circular motion.

I never thought that this silent hug, would make me forget I was living in a world where we witness things and lie about it, where we tell the truth with a bit of lie to it, and where we look like we're lying but we're just telling the truth.

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"I told you it was a retarded thing to do." Devon said, rolling his eyes. "Like why the hell wouldn't she let you in. She's really friendly."

"Whatever, faggot."

I went into my kitchen and grabbed some snacks for us. I was starving, badly. It was like the only thing I ever ate was junk food.

It's not like I'm complaining, but I start thinking about eating a pizza and boom I google it and drool over the amazing photograph of a slice of pizza with cheese, cheese, oh and did i forget to mention, cheese?

"Did you call Nina?" I asked.

"Yeah, she's on her way."

"Is this all you eat." He questioned, glancing at me then back at the snacks.

"Yeah, why?"

"That's um bad."

"I know. But I can't cook."

"Then learn, you moron. I can cook."

"Really?" I asked, surprised.

I don't mean to sound sexist but I never thought guys can cook. Well, it's probably because I never seen one cooking.

I had a dark past.

Forgive me.

"Well, I'm not that good. But at least I tried." He stuck out his tongue and popped open his bag of chips.

"Do you know how to clean?" He asked.

"Devon, are you going to criticize how I live?"

"I don't know. But I can go on if you want me to." I raised an eyebrow, and then I heard the door being closed.

"Guess who came!" Nina faked a dramatic entrance.

She sat down, " I'm grounded and I sneaked out. I told that her I'm locking my door and not to bother me."