"Bye," I smile optimistically as I wave. I watch the 2005 silver Toyota corolla drive off into the distance. Once out of sight, my eyes narrow and I straighten up my posture. I turn into the house and slam the dark wood textured brown door behind me, the sound of the roof slightly giving way to the shock of movement. I walk with a confident stroll into the living room, keeping the piercing glare in my eyes.
I turn round the corner so swift and polished and stand with my hands on my hips, his gaze slowly travels up to meet mine. His now chestnut brown eyes filled with fear and a strand of his soft dirty blond hair falls over his eyes. He doesn't move, not even to blink. His almost perfect peachy lips give off a slight tremble, But he tries to hold it in. I can tell when he's scared, his light hazel eyes tend to turn a chestnut brown, and his expression, traumatised...
Huh, I smile. I love it when his heart races and body freezes. The way I have control over this living breathing human being, how at any small movement he flinches, to take his freedom and use it for my own...
Me, mean? Oh, I never. He gets the royal privilege of being in my very presence, to stare at my beautiful face, to stare at me, me! Haha! Something like me, so perfect, so prepossessing , everything you'd ever want. The way my velvety soft creamy hazelnut hair falls so gently below my shoulders, with a slight curl in the ends, or how my bright baby blue eyes glisten in the sunlight, or how my skinny frame, and curves, are just so perfect. Haha, not one single flaw about me.
Oh, but I'd never act like this around others, they already know it, so why shove in their face. They'd already feel bad living their own pathetic life, compared to mine, all their sickening flaws, and filthy ways of living. It's revolting, and appalling. Oh, how I pity them.
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Teen FictionCaleb is forced into an unloved marriage. He is abused, but nobody believes him. He then figures out a dark secret that no one will accept him for.
