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She backed up, tripping and falling onto the floor. "Ethan, tell me your kidding"

"I wished I was. I wish I was" I thought.

"I-I. I am kidding" I lied, chuckling slightly.

"Ethan, that's not funny!" She stood up, scoffing

"I'm sorry" I mumbled

"If you were truly sorry you wouldn't have done it" she slapped me.

I clenched my jaw and balled up my hands into fists. I brought them so close to her face, just centimeters away from punching her, but I quickly stopped when I saw her face expression. Everything was going in slow motion. One part of me wanted to hit her so badly, until she was dead, but the other part of me didn't want her to be scared of me, it wanted her to trust, care and love me.

"What the fuck are you doing?! Hit her!" One voice said

"If you really loved her you wouldn't hurt her!" The other called out.

Anger was still built up inside me from her slapping me, but I decided I wasn't going to hit her just because I was mad. I didn't want to hurt something so perfect.

"Go ahead" she said "hit me" she closed her eyes.

"Hit her fool!" The voice called out.

"I-I-I'm sorry" I said running back to my room.

She called out, but I didn't want to turn back. I was scared that if I turned back to look at her I would lose it and kill her just like I killed her sister. I was scared that if I killed her, I wouldn't have anyone to talk to, laugh with and love. I wasn't scared of her, I was scared of me.

I taught myself how to hate, hide in the shadows, kill, run away from my problems but somehow she, Kendall was surely but slowly bringing me out of the shadows.

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