I didnt realise it but i had began sobbing. Heavily sobbing. "shh dont cry, everything will be okay" the man softly spoke. he tried to rub soothng circles on my back but i flinched, due to the regular beatings, i dont really understand a lot else.
"WHAT THE FVCK IS GOING ON UP THERE?, I DONT HEAR ANY CRYING!" i clutched my knees praying to not get hurt tonight. "please don't hurt me" i thought out loud
"why would i hurt you sweetheart?" he whispered gently to me. "shit, did i say that out loud?" i muttered. i slowly began to uncoil myself out of the feotal position. i sat cross legged on my bed, not daring to look at the stranger perching next to me. I turned my head slightly to face the mysterious man.
holy fuck. he's the most gorgeous person i've ever seen. i couldnt help but stare in awe at this beautiful stranger. he let out a low chuckle. "do you always stare at people like that sweetie?" i blushed slightly and looked downwards towards my hands and began to fiddle around with my fingers, interlocking them with eachother etc. his hand gently ouched my chin and lead my head back up to his eyeline.
his eyes. holy shit, his eyes are stunning green like crystals staring right back at me. dear god.
" whats your name lovely?" he questioned. i felt a lump form in the back of my throat. "m-m-my name i-is ha-hazel, and you?" i stuttered. for gods sake stutter you had to come along now didnt you.
"I am Michael, Michael Clifford." he smiled. "why are you here?" i enquired.
"well..."
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sorry its bad..again, im new at writing fanfictions!
plus i had writers block, sorta. anyway enjoy ily x
