Fighting Against Lilac Love (FALL)

chapter twenty- Her

Leave me fucking lonely_ Demi Levato

Sean's POV

Her perfume still clung to my t-shirt like a second skin, refusing to leave my senses. I exhaled slowly, deeply. I let her go, she needed to air it off.

I looked down at the fucker on the floor, with one last kick to his groaning form I bent, grabbing a fistful of hes hair in my hand and hauling hes bruised face near my own.

"You ever hurt her, emotionally, physically or even mentally. I'm coming after you and no one will be around to stop me. Stay away from her." I whisper menacingly to him. He shrunked back in fear. I let him go harshly, getting up and dusting myself off.

I left him like he left her so harshly. I kept  my mouth shut the whole time as the fucker took different types of girls into the same librarian's room. It would have been better if she found out herself, alone with him.

I know what Bella is. Shed do the damage herself, she wouldn't be those typical emotional girls who would cry and sob, wanting to end their life coz they think their life is now over. Oh no, she brought hell and whatever is in it for the fucker who messed her, fucked her around, and made her believe that the person was different.

One of things I loved about her...her will to stare at the devil in its fiery red eyes and not flinch back. Her will to go on about life coz she wasnt weak or felt full of sympathy for herself. She didn't lack self confidence, she didn't lack self esteem. She did what she thought was best.

And she moved on...an aura of 'don't go, fuck off.' She didn't need any one. And that was something girls lacked these days. She was strong and beautiful in her merciless black eyes.

I exhaled, sweeping the hallways calculatingly, trying to guess where she might be.

I sighed leaning against a wall, pulling a cigarette out of my pocket, I placed the bud between my lips, taking my special lighter out, a lighter that was decorated with a skeleton, hes bony fingers cupping a heart, a lone tear trailing down hes boned face, hes body covered in rose thorns, like it was pulling him back, a few roses sticking out here and there.

There was depth in the picture alone.

I lit it and took several pulls, calming my worries and my racing thoughts.

Yet I couldn't stop it. Just slow it down. Her face flashed before I could even think of it.

The aloofness and the intensity of her eyes...her rosey lips...so full...so delectable...the same ones that was on mines on that night...I closed my eyes, leaning my head back and breathing out smoke from my nose.

I recalled every simple fucking emotion, every feeling, every sensation that zinged through me. It was like she lit me on fire.

When I thought I was fine with a simple blaze, a simple candle light. Her pretty little ass came along and fucked that up.

I opened my eyes and pulled a deep amount of delicious tobacco filled smoke... Blowing little rings inside each other.

Here I am, in a middle of a designated hall way, alone. Feeling more alone than I ever did.

I lost my routine.

I found something worth losing it.

But I didnt like how easily it got me hooked.

I stared at the ashes falling onto the schools grimy floor. Falling like hope. I squashed the tip of the nearly finished cigarette and threw it to the side.

I wondered if she ever thought of me...

I wondered if she ever felt the same...

The same sickenly sweet heart racing feeling. The same missing feeling...the same feeling that was ten times more than what I felt for her. This was intense. Each beat of this fucked up heart felt like purpose.

I hummed to myself as a girl, a dirty blonde, green eyes, big breasts, big ass and narrow waist, flitted past, sending a wink at me as she passed. Her short skirt and tube top barely covered her, her heels clinking.

And in my own way, I saw my escape of these thoughts. Of these irritating piss worthy emotions.

It was the only way I knew how to forget.

So I followed the blonde in the short skirt, her head turning and a smirk on her too red lips when she saw I was following. And in that moment I thought that Bella's lips were naturally red, naturally sexy. Better than this girls. The best.

And inside an empty class, I forgot for a while, I forgot who I was in her moaning, I forgot the problems life had to give to me in the sexual feelings.

But for once, I didnt forget her. Not the girl who used me.

But a certain her with dark eyes and rosy lips that could break every boys heart with her breathtaking smile.

And her face kept flashing and I couldn't help but think that it was her underneath me. Her I was giving pleasure to. Her that was making me feel this pleasure.

But when I opened my eyes as I was done. It wasnt her.

It wasnt fucking her.

And even when the blonde smiled in a daze her bright green eyes seemed colourless to my world that was filled with the dark haired beauty.

Even when me and the blonde went our separate ways...I couldn't help but think.

It didn't feel right.

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A/N

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