Good Taste (book 2)

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song for chapter: your soul by rhodes
{ I don't wanna talk about it, I just wanna hold your hand }

ONE WEEK LATER
[ ALLISON'S POV ]

The rain slid down the foggy window leaving a clear line, then the line would fog up again.

My eyes slowly watched each droplet of water fall down as the sound of thunder echoed through my ears.

It was silent with faded taps of the rain hitting against the windowsill.

My thoughts were consuming my brain, wait no. Not only my brain, but my body.

I swear, I can still feel the aching pain inside of me from the thrusting of his hips.

I can still feel the coldness from his hands that applied pressure to my thighs as if they were a stress ball.

I can still feel the feeling of hope I had for someone to come help me; ethan.

Even though I knew he hated me, I knew we were not on good terms, every part of him hoped that he'd be the one to help me.

I can still feel the emptiness inside of me of that hope fully slipping away when it was too late.

That night will be stuck inside of my mind for the rest of my life.

Something else will stick in my mind too.

Ethan was too late.

He was supposed to protect me for as long as I live, that's what he promised me.

He lied.

It's okay though, right?....He still tried at least.

Or am I just in denial because I love him.

He's always been the one to hurt me.

He promised me that he'd love me forever, yet he still said he hated me. Even if he didn't mean it, he said it.

"You know what? I fucking hate you."

I can still hear the darkness inside of his voice from built up anger and heartbreak. It was the scariest words I've ever heard.

My heart can still feel the exact pain that I felt two years ago.

He's back now, though. He's here. He's protecting me from everything. He's making up for it.

And that's the only thing holding me together.

Everything else in my life feels like the fall season.

When every plant starts dying, only leaving the ugly branches.

When the sky stays a dark grey; gloomy and rainy.

When the cool wind blows against your warm skin making uncomfortable chills grow upon every inch of your sensitive skin.

Through all of the dark inside of me, I'm holding onto him.

Him being happy, that makes me happy.

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11:25pm

My eyes watched as his hand stressfully wrote down the work to his homework.

I didn't even know photography had homework.

Knowing each part of the camera and all the different angels is a big part of it though, it's hard for him.