Fucktoy

Drawings

"What the hell is this?"

"Like you fucking care"

She was struggling to get away as he held her wrists. She pulled away.

"I just wanna help"

He drops down to her and crawls over to the corner she's in. He grabbed her and held her.

"You just wanna act like you helped"

He held her still, wrapping his legs around her to calm her down. He kissed her forehead.

"I do care honey. Now shh."

She drifted off to sleep.

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He pulled over.

"What the hell" said Cleo.

He got out of the car. She didn't see him yet. She stood up and started walking on the thin line between a 6 story drop off a bridge and the railing. She had her sketch book in one hand and a pencil in the other. Arms out, she breathed in and wondered what it'd be like to be the girl in her drawings. Where he holds you until you fall asleep.

"Hey. What are you doing?"

She started walking back to her bag and put her stuff away.

"I uh, saw your bag. And you ran out so quickly last night."

Cleo walks up and rolls her eyes, "Her? Really. I mean she's kinky but, I think she likes blood play a little too much" She laughs.

"Get in the car."

She smirks and trots back to the car.

"What the hell do you want. I understand it's called an open "relationship" but that doesn't mean you have to act like you care."

"I'm also your friend. 'Member? And it's not that. I just wanna, uh. See your work."

""Whatever. I gotta go. Maybe I'll go find a blade like your little fuck toy wants me to"

"You know she doesn't mean anything. I bang lots of girls."

"Yeah. I know" She climbs over the rail and grabs her board. "I'm one of them"

"Awe come on. You know that's not what I mean."

She drops the board and gets on.

"I taught you how to do that!" He yells after her.

She rides down the side of the street with her middle finger in the air.

She couldn't take it anymore. He used her and she used him. That's how it works. Why is he asking questions. He saw the drawing last night so clearly he knows why. He even made her show him. Just get over it. He fucks her and she fucks him. He gets his fun and she gets her distraction. He uses a lot of girls. And he doesn't care about them. So why pity her? Just go smoke and have your famous parties that everyone loves. You know the one's where my boyfriend loves to "not remember" what he did with all your sluts. Not like she got invited. Even if she did, she couldn't go because she was too "precious" to do what every one of her friends do. She plugged in her headphones and went to sleep.

************Sorry, this scene popped into my head and i didn't want to lose it. It'll make sense as the story progresses. Thank you <3************