My Teen Life

Disturbing, Yet Beautiful

Megan is this time, but she doesn't have a big part, I just needed someone else

Look on side, ----------------------------------->

Warning: This chapter has a very weird part, so please don't hate. That's why it's called Disturbing, Yet Beautiful.

(Sam's POV)

I groaned into my pillow when I just woke up from sleeping. Last night was awful. I couldn't get to sleep quicker then I thought. I was to angry and upset.

I flipped over on my back and sat up. I looked around my room and saw it was a complete mess. What did I do to it? I looked beside me and saw something I thought I would never see.

Casey?!?!

What the hell happened last night?

*Flashback*

I stomped upstairs and slammed my door shut. Surprisingly I didn't wake anyone up.

I walk to my bed and threw my blankets on the ground. I was so angry. God I can't explain what I'm feeling right now. I needed to get all my anger out. Even at 3 in the morning.

I walked around my room and threw stuff on the ground. If this is how I'm getting my anger out, then so be it. I grabbed tons of clothes out of drawers and whipped them around.

I'm not crazy, I promise. I blame my mom for having this side of me. I hate it.

I whipped more stuff on the ground and ended up making the loudest noise as possible, but I really don't give a damn. I have no idea why I'm so angry. What was wrong with me? He was just asking, but he was annoying me anyways. I was getting hot so fast from getting all this anger out so I took off my tank top I was wearing. So now I just had on my underwear and bra.

I finally gave my last whip to the ground with a picture of me and Megan. I feel bad that I threw that, but that's what I grabbed. The whipping was done, but not the punching. I went straight for a bare wall on punched the heck out of it. Even if it did hurt, it was working. I could care less if I have a broken arm after this.

The door slammed open and coming was Casey. "Go away." I yelled.

"Stop." He came running for me trying to stop me from punching. He came and pulled me away and tightly hugged me to stop. I lost it there I started balling into his bare chest and letting him hug me even if he was part of the reason I was angry. I have no idea why I was crying. I was angry not upset. What the heck is happening to me? I'm crying like everyday now.

"I'm so sorry." I mumbled in between crys. I was apologizing for everything. Crying, yelling, kissing him, everything.

"Shhh." He whispered as he fixed the grip around my waist. "I'm the one who should be sorry." He whispered more. I calmed down my crying and took my hand and whipped my eye.

"For what?" I asked, he has nothing to be sorry for. Well yelling, but I was the one who started the fight anyways.

"For this." I lifted my head to his answer. For What? He looked at me and leaned in. NO! YES! I mean NO! His lips touched mine and I didn't move away. What is he doing? What am I doing? His lips moved around and I followed. Oh this is so wrong on many levels.

Our lips moved in sync to. This was just like my first kiss with him, but this is better. Oh my God I shouldn't even like this, I shouldn't even be doing this, he's my cousin, but I can't stop. Wait I have a boyfriend, this is like cheating, but he's family, so it doesn't count. It doesn't mean anything, right?

He broke the kiss and looked down to me. "Now we're even." he said giving a small smile, not a smirk, a smile. I returned one as well and dropped my head lightly on his chest again.