My Life As A Freak Chapter 11...

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 *Zach's POV*

Azelia stood in front of me, she walked up to me and trailed her fingers down my chest and I let out a breath I wasn't aware that I was holding.

"Zach, I love you..."

Just as she said those words, she kissed me. Azelia's lips were hot on mine as we kissed passionately. Her hands weaved into my hair and somehow made the kiss deeper. I ran my hands over her body and she whimpered.

I couldn't control my own brain, I needed to answer her.

"But I don't love you." I arrogantly whispered into her ear. 

In a part of my mind I was screaming at myself, wondering what I had done but I couldn't control my body at all. Something had taken over me.

I watched as the look of hope had turned into one of shock. I turned her around and violently ripped off her clothes, the whole while she was yelling that she was sorry and sobbing.

I roughly penetrated her and started to thrust, smashing her face against the wall as she slowly lost consciousness. 

It was then, as I released my load into the now dead Azelia, that I woke up.

*Azelia's POV*

I woke up panting, it had been 3 weeks since I saw Zach, since the day we had kissed he hadn't been at school. 

It was confusing that I was worrying for him, the overwhelming feeling encompassed my very being.

I soon found myself walking toward the office.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" I asked as I entered and approached the cool, professional, hospital-like room and desk. At that desk sat a old lady, her face littered with wrinkles and her small glasses perched on the bridge of her nose.

"Yes darling? What may be your problem?" the receptionist questioned in a cracking voice.

" I have homework papers to give my friend Zach. I was wondering if I can have his address, because I don't want to turn up at the wrong place. Again."

My lie worked perfectly, as she proceeded to give me Zach Scullay's home address.

I walked to the bus stop and boarded the close to empty bus, exam notifications and more homework I was given by the office lady in one hand, a RockStar in the other. The office lady had said there had been a pile collecting there for quite some time. Since she couldn't get through to his parents she asked me to deliver the extra stuff to Zach too.

She told me I was such a nice girl, I replied with:

"I just don't want to watch the world burn."

She looked at me weirdly and then returned to her paperwork.

So, back to the bus.

I sat down, the sweet voice of Tim Minchin crooning about a ten foot cock and a few hundred virgins blasting through my earphones. I felt my hands shaing as I brought my drink up to my mouth and mentally scolded myself. The walls I had built around me were crumbling, slowley, but surely. I somehow felt like I shouldn't be here. On this bus, going to this school, in this city even in this country. I felt like going back to Italy.

I chugged half of my energy drink, leant into my seat and listened to Tim.

Giggling about gingers, I looked up and realised the bus was extremely close to the stop I was meant to get off. I pressed the button that signalled the bus to stop.

Just as I got off the bus, my knees gave out and I landed flat on my face.

And that bus driver had the nerve to drive away.

I stood up and brushed th dirt off of my jeans and "ZOMBIE, eat flesh" t-shirt.

I ran my fingers through my wavy hair ridding any remanants of dirt out of my hair. My eyes wandered to the building infront of me and I almost double-taked. 

The building was a small apartment complex with a dreary outerior and was over taken with weeds. There were smashed windows covered in cardboard, rusted lawn chairs and rubbish litterd the overgrown front lawn.

I walked across the concrete front porch and up the stairs to the seccond story. I was checking the room numbers as I carefully tiptoed across the sagging wood and found his room.

Zach Skullay

18 Barton Rd,

Apartment #2H

I raised my clenched fist, ready to knock on the door.

I just hope I don't die, I thought looking at my sorroundings, used syringes, empty medicine bottles and smashed glass littered the porch.

This looked like an amazing place to live.

I gathered any remaining courage left and replaced my frown with the brightest smile I could muster.

I may not be religious, but I prayed to the stars that nothing will go wrong.

Too bad that when my wish reaches the star, the star would already have imploded.

So I fucking knocked.

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Y'know who loves to be fisted?

Sock puppets.

-FrEaKy_Me

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