Twenty Very Short Stories.

Blocked

The train doors hissed open and there standing in my road was the one person that I never wanted to see again. He stood there shirtless like usual and like always he was blocking my exit. He and I, we finished last year and I made a vow to him that I would never see or talk to him again. For weeks after he tried calling me, texting me and emailing me. But I blocked him from everything. I was not going to be one of those girls who went running straight back to him when I got lonely. I shut him out of my pathetic life forever and now here he was is again forcing himself back into my pathetic life like the hell raising demon he is. Not two months ago had the nightmares stopped but now they would come back with all the pain and memories I had left behind. Glancing down I could see the hundreds of scars from me covering the thousands of scars from him.

He stepped forward grabbing my arms and pinning them to my side as I stepped out of the doors. I tried to wriggle free and out of his strong grip but he was stronger than I remembered. He stared at me his cold gaze shattering my walls that I took so long to put up and I could slowly feel myself being drawn back into his arms, the same arms that moulded to me perfectly, the same arms that left me with so many scars. But I was forgetting all the bad things he did as he drew me closer pressing his lips against mine. I fell into the kiss, I had forgotten how those lips tasted like buttery popcorn and were so welcoming. I felt myself letting him have his way until the fist came flying over my shoulder landing on his jaw sending him flying backwards. "Touch her again and you won't be laying on a wooden floor you'll be laying in a hospital bed!"

A/N: Thanks for reading this and I hope it's okay. Although it's unedited.
The picture is of a lightning strike.
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