"Promise me." I hold out my hand to him.
"I won't leave." He replies, calmly looking at me before taking my hand in his.
"But h—" I trail off but he cuts me off.
"I will always be here, it's you and me against the world. Just you and I."
There's several scenarios I could describe the ways in which he hurt me...if only it were the kind of wound that I'd easily get over. He cut me open and ripped my heart right through my chest without anesthesia. A bullet hitting straight to the core.
I believed every single word that came out of his mouth and I am mad at myself for not fighting back, for being weak and haunted by that angelic face —hell, those fucking Bambi eyes would have had me take a bullet for him.
A wild beast in an innocent sheep's skin is all he is. I fell right into his trap; I didn't listen My blood boils and yearns for retribution, one he won't see coming.
Good girls do bad things after all.
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RomanceI fall to the floor, but with enough concentration I manage to stand. "Why are you doing this?" I hiss, struggling to keep my balance. "Most people think the most important piece on the chess board is the king, or the queen or the rook; some even th...
