Flirtationship

Chapter IV - How It Happened

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         Alrighty! Once again, I apologize for updating rather slowly. Why? Well, I'm lacking inspiration. -wink, wink- ;D

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               Now that I got that out of my system, let us begin the chapter now, yeah? Anyway, I hope you, my beloved readers will enjoy this. As always, I have put a lot of heart into it. So, yeah... Read, vote, and fan me, perhaps? c: <3

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Brenna's P.O.V.

              I was still running. My legs felt like jelly, the soles of my feet were blistered, and my heart was aching. I needed a hug, but I wanted to run away from him. Far, far away. I didn't want to ever see his face again. He used me. He lied to me. Well, he didn't lie... I already knew what I was dragging myself into. Gosh, I messed up real good.

               I started to wipe the tears off my face, so I could see where I was going. I didn't know where I was going. All I wanted was to get myself out of there. 

               I looked around my surroundings. I didn't notice I had ran this far. I still kept running. My feet were starting to throb. Everything was too darn bright. The light kept blinding me. Everything hurt.

               After all these physical pain being felt, only one thing came across my train of thought -- Justin.

              How is he? I hope he's doing alright. I hope he isn't mad at me... Who am I kidding? I should be mad at him. He used me. He knew I liked him. He knew I was vulnerable, and yet... He used it for his own pleasure. Not even a guilty pleasure.

                     Those nights. I can never forget them. That night he took it away from me. That night he stole my heart and hammered it into the wall. I was his puppet. His sex puppet.

                      

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He held my hand against his face, "You sure about this, Brenna?"

I swallowed and nodded nervously.

He smiled at me dearly and lifted my face to his, "You really sure?"

"I said yes, dammit."

He chuckled, "I see someone's excited."

I blushed. God, make it stop.

          He moved his face closer to mine, so we were only centimeters apart. I could smell his sweet, delicious scent. I could stay like this for hours. For days, even!

I couldn't wait any longer.

          I pressed my lips against his abruptly. I kissed him feverishly. I didn't want to stop. He didn't move. But why?! I want you to move, dammit. I thought to myself all over again.