Some things take time.
-Prologue-
With numb fingers he inspected my swollen, bleeding knuckles.
This wasn't the first time I had came to his apartment injured. The cuts weren't even that bad.
In all honesty, it was the least I expected from spending hours on end punching the crap out of a punching bag.
Lowering my gaze and staring incredulously at the floor seemed to help distract myself from the extremely annoyed boy beside me.
"You've got to stop," He shook his head, "Taking out your anger through hitting isn't always going to ease the pain." May as well do the last resort while it lasts.
I've tried hiding away, ignoring everyone. Ignoring him.
I've tried running away; but there's no escape. You just can't run away from your past.
Sometimes all you have to do is find someone who can repair the broken mess that you've become.
Even that's hard, when no one appears to be as well educated with the negativity of a heartbreak.
No escape.
"I can't just act like nothing's wrong!" I'd screamed at him.
Him, the boy who'd broke my heart.
I've heard that love isn't for the faint hearted.
That's a lie.
Love is for everyone, everything.
"But you can't just tell everyone that something is wrong," He was a force to reckon with.
He'd ruined me.
But then, I'd been saved.
Saved by someone who was too confident for their own good, someone who could love just as much as I could.
It was tough love.
Not that we didn't fight to keep the fire alive.
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POSSESSIVE HYPOCRITE
This is a new story of mine (that I think might actually stand a chance... if I update regularly or as often as I can)
Started= 24th August 2016.
By= TGWW :)
I hope you enjoy Possessive Hypocrite.
:))
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Possessive Hypocrite
Teen Fiction"You're such a possessive hypocrite," Rivals, enemies, whatever you want to call them; Eliza and Xavier dislike each other to the fullest point on a hate meter. Eliza Locke has enough secrets to last a life time. She hides her feelings, opening up...
