Gwen h.s

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The alcohol was like flames sliding down her throat with a burning sensation that ruptures into vibes of ecstasy. There she stood beautifully like an nightingale who was looked upon many predators; ready to engross her with their hunger. Her smooth soft skin illuminated the beaming lights that were high above the ceilings which sparked the glitter all around her dress like an easy target.  Her hips swings side to side as the beating music matched her heart and veins. The vibration overpowered her body as she took shot by shot, partying like theres no tomorrow. She was dancing between the lines of pride and confidence until an arm sneaked around her waist and pulled her ass towards that person's crotch; grinding roughly on each other.  Oh, how she felt so alive, but realization hits her that she didn't want to resemble her mother who broke the knot that tied the family together. She didn't want to bring a man home and sleep with him to remember how pleasure feels like. She, too, was at lost for love.

She craved for it.

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High above, the stars filled the dark skies caught my eye as I stare at it through the bus window. The moon stood out disturbingly which seeks attention for human eyes. It was a leader among the vast amount of stars that was disseminated throughout the darkness, guiding people's way whoever was lost. I could still smell the distinct odor of Jack Daniels poisoning through my lips which lingered in the cracks of my colored red plumps; creating a funky taste as my tongue swipes the bottom portion of my mouth. The midnight bus turned from every corner as it arrives at a bus stop near my house.

"Toddmark Ln." The old man's grouchy voice was heard through the intercom attached next to the windows . Taking a deep breath as I stood on my feet to exit the empty bus while thanking the driver, my feet slowly made its way down the steps and onto the sidewalk as the street light flickered above me. The nice air breezed into my nose, making me sigh in relief due to the nasty smell of coffee stains and used cigarettes mixed inside the metro bus. My legs carried themselves to the direction of my house, getting closer and closer to the place I called home but not so sweet. It was bitter. My eyes rested on the worn out white and black paint covering the exterior of the house which created an eery feeling at night just by looking at it, you can tell it had stood many of years and was slowly stumbling towards its final years. The lights were all off, assuming she's asleep. I wonder if she is still awake, waiting or worried for where I have gone but the minute I stepped into that house, flashes of memories crashed like waves inside of my head. She changed. She never care for me anymore. It was so obvious because of the broken nights where she was gone and a sticky note sticked on a Chinese box labeled as 'dinner' in the refrigerator. That lady had a name.  That lady who broke so many promises in the past. That lady who drank almost every single day. That lady who broke the family apart. That lady who is my mother. My feet was rested on the faded welcome mat which was covered in dirt and mud by other people who wandered around in their own adventures.

Entering, I inhaled deeply of the strong aroma of the house, shutting the door to be in complete darkness. The house was silent. Too silent for my liking. I could tell by the dead air, she was gone like the wind, leaving me without a word or a trace and then, I'm the one who becomes worried like a mother deer losing her baby fawn. Now, It didn't sink into me as I slowly dragged my feet upstairs into my bedroom. My sanctuary where I keep to myself and can't help but feel safe from the hurtful words spitting out of her mouth like a sailor in a party or a storm.

'It's your fault he's gone! Not me!'

'You little whore, now I'm all alone! Whose going to love me?!'

'You are just like your father!'

She blamed me for her own mistakes like a criminal in court, desperate to point their fingers on anyone who was Involved. Yet, I was the witness and my eyes were the proof.
That she was the murderer but not for killing my dad physically. She killed him mentally. I was standing in front of my bedroom door just thinking about another life we could have had with him until she fucked up and I despise her for it. But, I wondered, if I despise her so much, couldn't I just...runaway? No, I can't do that because she's my mother and I needed her to survive. Where would I go? Oh, how I wish to run off into the forest or where my feet would carry me and never come back to this place yet I stayed here. Stupidly, a drink or a shag won't help take away my demons that was held deep within me. Maybe it was to escape from it for a little bit. Maybe I just have to deal with it forever and put a smile on my face even if I'm trembling inside. Maybe everything was perfect and I am the one who is broken.

My fingers grasped the doorknob and turned it open as I walked into my bedroom, closing the door softly. I took every power in me and stumble onto my bed in peace. I moaned lightly as the softness hit my face and the silk sheets embraced my aching arms and legs. My eyes blinked incredibly slow as I feel myself soaring into another world until a jolt of vibrations shook my thigh, buzzing profusely. Groaning in irritation, my hands shoved my pocket to retrieve for the device and turned it on as the brightness shine into my eyes. I squinted at the screen as an unknown message appeared strangely. My fingers slide the message to the side and reveal was upon inside.

'Goodnight, beautiful. I'll be seeing you very soon, baby-girl.'

My mind swirled as I read the text over and over again. I felt suspicious but then shook my head in disbelief. It was probably Niall but the words 'I'll be seeing you very soon' hit me like a ton of bricks as for I went to sleep with that damn curly haired fella in my poisoned mind.

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I lick my lips while watching her from a distance as she waited for the late midnight bus to arrive. She hugs her body to keep herself warm while entering the bus that just arrived shortly. Her eyes and the obvious aches in her body movement showed tired and weakness gave me some type of power. I wanted to be the one who makes her feel that way after I fuck her on top of her kitchen table while her mother was at work or fuck her on her cute little pink bed while her mother sleeps in the other room at night. I could feel my body tingle all the way up to my cock. Groaning as my pants feels so much tighter, feeling the anxiety and need running through my veins, but, I have to be patient. Every part of me felt like breaking as I took in a deep breath to relieve my irritation growing inside my pants. Slowly taking out my phone, I texted her good-night. I was glad that I tracked down her phone number but I hope she had a clue tonight.

That I was coming. Coming for her. In person and in bed.

Good-night, baby-girl.

You'll be seeing Daddy tomorrow and I cannot wait to put my hands on you.