As little girls we are told our princes will come. That we would be Beautiful,Smart and Kind. That we would have a Happily Ever After. But all of a sudden you're 16 crying at the top of your lungs with a box of tissues, so young yet so full of hate...
Isn't it the strange how someone that hurt you so much can still mean so much to you.?
How with every breath of your being you care and still think of that person.....
I toss and turn in my bed and sigh. Will I really be condemned to this torture? I don't know where my feelings are.... Am I falling for Damon.. or hurt by Jake and using Damon as my distraction? And to make matters worse I am pregnant and weeks away from stressful hormonal mood changes???!!!
I feel my hand on Damon's chest and I grasp unto his shirt, the tears are beginning to form in my eyes and I refuse to let them go... I won't cry for him anymore... he doesn't cry for me...
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Jacob POV
I wake up with a very odd sensation... my chest felt like it was ripped apart, but when I look down it is totally intact. Is this how it feels to be staked in the heart and live to see another day? I could of died yesterday.... I sigh. Yesterday the day that Lacie Woods... my love, told me that she was carrying my child. I smile sadly, but I broke her heart... Was I really that selfish... that filled with lust and blinded by Dawn? And Dawn so suddenly to convey these feelings to me... so strangely I had been bewitched. But I am man enough to say that she didn't lure me, I was conscious of what I was doing... I just didn't think before I acted... and now I regret it.
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"Shit.... I really fucked up this time"! I sniffle into my forearm.
I sigh. I have to go talk to her... I have to make it okay, for my love for her and the child on the way.
Damon POV
After Lacie wakes up, she sits by her window and watches the rain slowly roll down her window. I know she is feeling pain... it's a stabbing pain. It's the same stabbing pain I feel watching the girl I love, love another man... especially one who has hurt her so bad. I lay on the bed watching her beautiful form.
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