Ten o'clock sharp my ass, Im not going to team building tomorrow, ha. Cris and I were walking back from the diner. "Do you want to know why I'm in group? Since I already know why you are, it seems fair." Cris broke the silence. I shrugged, "Why not?" So he began,
"At fourteen, my parents dis-owned me, completely, they found out I was being bullied, really bad, and that instead of taking care of it and telling someone, I cut, burned, and took some pills, all in all they thought I was crazy, when really, I'm just sad, depressed, I just needed a friend. Now I live with my uncle, he isnt any better though, he drinks 24/7 and when hes drunk he is abusive, hits me-" He began to cry, so i reached over and took his hand. "H-he hits me, throws things at me, t-tells me I'm worthless, he just hates me, so when I told my aunt, his ex-wife, she sent me here."
He cries, right there, on the porch of my house, and I hold him, its sad, but kind of nice knowing he trusts me. After a while I take Cris inside, and we walk to my room. He walks in and immediately goes to my radio. He flips through CD's for a while and pops in a Red Jumpsuit Apparatus CD, nice choice.
We sit there a while, listening to music, talking a little, until my mother announces she going out to the store and will be back in an hour or so. Cris walks over to me with a grin. I look at him, confused at first, but then it ends, because Cris has smashed his lips to mine, shocked for a moment, I kiss him back.
"Sorry." Cris mumbles and breaks apart.Turning a deep shade of red he walks over and puts his shoes on. "And where do you think you're going?" Pulling him the the bed. "No where now." He whispers. "You talk to much." I kiss him.
The kiss deepens, sliding my tongue in his mouth and massage mine against his, his warm hands press against my bare stomach, and he unclasps my bra. I tug at his shirt, and break the kiss, long enough to get his shirt off, and kiss him again.
He pulls me close, its nice to feel again, his lips against mine, he slowly moves down my neck. Coming across my soft spot, he stops, kissing only there, I moan softly. I can feel his teeth graze my skin, as he makes his way back to my lips, "this is a game of cat and mouse." Cris whispers, breaking the kiss, and grabbing his shirt. "You're better pay for leaving me this early!" I groan, getting up and slapping his arm, and head out my front door. Before Cris heads down the street he grabs my ass and kisses my cheek, "til' next time my love!" he calls out to me, I just shake my head.
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The (Murder) Group
Teen FictionA therapy group is where they all meet, little did they know they would all go a little more crazy then they where before, the city is scared, and the group is bloody.
