"No, I'm not okay Michael. You need to get the hell out of here."
"Now, why would I do something silly like that?"
I know guys like him, they always play the bad boy to get girls like me, and I was going to give him exactly what he wanted.
Are you out of your mind Luci?
"But what if I gave you something in return?", I said seductively and slipped out of my robe that covered the parts that the dress didn't.
"No", he said and gave me a smile that sent shivers down my spine.
"Okay, well when you get out of here can I anyway. You're definitely a snack"
His eyes went darker and the smile disappeared which left my palms sweaty.
Back with the mood swings again...
"You're pathetic.", he said and started walking towards me.
Michael closed the door behind me and pushed me up against it while leaning one of his hands over my head. I could feel his warm breath against my skin as well as his eyes on mine, which made me turn my face away to escape his burning stare.
"I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last woman on earth."
What?
I used what was left of my dignity to push him away, which he seemed to think was surprising, and then walk out of the attic. My red lipstick smudged while I wiped it away with my small hand and I felt my muscles tensing. This was typical me, jumping to conclusions and then ruining things before they even begin.
Nobody wants you.
You are disgusting.
Your own mother doesn't even care that you exist.
I fidgeted with the hem of my dress and did my best to control the rage, but as hatred started to fill me up completely it was enough. My heartbeat increased rapidly as I walked around in circles in my small bedroom. The lamp on my nightstand was quickly thrown to the floor along with a few more of my belongings and air left my lugns as I shouted the loudest possible and then fell to my knees.
You are nothing.
Go to hell.
Idiot.
A knock on the door was heard and then my mother stuck her head inside.
"Honey! Have you seen what I've done to the chairs in the kitchen?", she asked with a calm voice.
"Get out!", I screamed and slammed the door in her face.
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The sweet taste of evil
Fantasía"He grabbed my shirt and pulled me close to his beautiful face. We were only inches away from each other and I could feel his body heat. Michaels eyes turned black as the night and it felt as if the darkness had entered my soul. Never before had I...
