My Bad Boy Roommate: 30 days of Thrills

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My palms were covered in sweat, and my throat was as parched as the Sahara.

"I have a roommate now" I said while a hesitant smile formed on my face, "I found a w-way to fix my problem. Are you proud of m-me?" I asked.

Abigail's expression dropped, because she couldn't believe that I had told on myself. She knew we were raised to always tell them the truth, and I was some  how brain washed in a sense to tell her.

I knew I didn't have to tell her.

She smacked me across my face, causing me to turn my head. My flesh burned at the harsh contact, and her eyes beamed into the inside of my soul as she said these very words:

"I knew you were a mistake when I first had you. You and your brother do nothing but disappoint this family!"

"Mom he's just a roommate!" I cried.

"He?" She questioned getting angrier. I swear she twitched over 20 times, and yes I counted.

"So, he's a boy, I'm 23 mom?!" I shouted, with tears streaming down my eyes.

"STOP IT! Please?" Abigail begged with her chirpy voice cracking as she yelled, "both of you stop it!"

"Mind your business young lady!"She shouted at Abigail.

"I hate you!" She shouted and ran upstairs.

"Look at what you've done to us."

She went upstairs to go after Abby.

I walked out of the house, and into my car. She was right. I was ruining everything. I wasn't perfect enough, to reign supreme.

I wasn't perfect enough to be Samantha Evans. The only thing that I want right now, is to be happy.

Not for a second, day, week, month, year, but for a lifetime. But happiness isn't what I used to describe what I'm living. So I know now, what I have to do...

I just won't live at all.

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Tyler was taking a hot shower when I stood by the apartment balcony. "You can do this Sam" I said to myself. Tears began streaming down my eyes, when I realized that I'll finally be happy.

No more verbal abuse, grief, or sorrow. It will all be gone once I jumped. This balcony was my gateway to redemption. To a life of never ending joy, and no one can take it away from me.

I sat on the balcony, tears running a marathon down my eyes, yet they were closed to embraced the moment of savior.

I was tempted to lean over, and once I did, I felt like an angel had grabbed me.

Except it wasn't an angel.

It was Tyler.

He hoisted me over the balcony metal bars, and pulled me over. I was halfway off, and halfway dangling. "What are you doing!?" I screamed at him, "please let me go!"

He carried me off the balcony and I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Why are you doing this to me?" I murmured under my breath, with a trail of after cries.

He sat me down on the couch and I hit his chest, repeatedly. "Why-are-you-doing-this" I said with anger, stopping each word to punch him.

He looked at me with concern, and he grabbed my wrist. I stopped and looked at him. He said nothing, when he embraced me into a tight hug. A warm comforting hug.

Something that I never once experienced with my mom or dad.

He squeezed my arms, and I wasn't sure what to do. My heart was beating so fast, and my throat felt so tight from all the crying. I laid on his chest, and soaked in this moment.

He let go of me, and stared into my eyes. "What happened to you?" He asked in concern. I looked away from him. "I heard the door open up, and I thought it was you. So I called your name multiple times. You didn't answer, so I thought you were a burglar."

He put his hand on my bruised cheek, and I flenched when he touched me. "Did someone hurt you?" He asked hesitantly.

"I would have been better off, if you'd just let me fall" I told him in a whisper. "Why?" He asked. "I could have escaped and you ruined it" I whispered.

"Samantha!" He yelled at me. I flenched and looked at him. "I've seen you cut yourself, and attempt to kill yourself! What is wrong?" He asked me, almost crying.

"You! If you didn't mess me up, I would have been just perfect!" I yelled. I got up off the couch and tried to walk away.

Tyler ran up to me, and grabbed my arm aggressively, pulling me into the most possessive, yet passionate first kiss. He consumed me. He ruined me. He's fixing me.

I'm letting him.

It felt so good, I didn't want to pull apart. He was my oxygen and if I stopped, I'd be breathless. The moment was so intense, that it was the only thing that I can say was the closet I've seen to perfection.

The briefest moment, yet the anticipation showed that we both wanted, and needed it.

He broke apart from the kiss, and all I could do was pant, wanting to feel it again.

"Samantha Evans, you don't know how fucking long I wanted to do that" He said with lust in his eyes. I kissed him gently. "Me too" I said to him.

"Now, tell me what happened?" He said serious. "Tomorrow. I'll tell you tomorrow."

I was tired, and I just wanted to rest.

"Tomorrow" He said with a smile.

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I feel like I've been waiting so long for them to realize how much they like each other?

Am I the only one?

Oh, if your dealing with depression, tell someone. Otherwise, it can lead you to things like that. Life is already short, so don't make it shorter.

Besides, if you need a friend just message me :)

Love you guys,
Jayla💕