He quickly stood up, disbelief written on his face.
"Angel, I-" He didn't get to finish because I quickly threw my hands around his torso and hugged him.
The side of my head rested just a little under his chest and I could clearly hear his erratic...
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I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
My body started to shake, stronger than ever. My palms were sweaty and my breathing was uneven.
Suddenly, I let out a scream that was clawing inside my throat, begging to be released.
I never knew I could scream so loud.
My world fell apart at this moment, this I knew. It was the most horrible scene I've ever seen in my whole entire life. Nothing could prepare me for the immense pain I felt and nothing could ever prepare me for the sickening feeling of emptiness I felt inside me.
They were dead.
Covered in blood.
Lifeless.
One month earlier..
It's been two weeks since Leon forced me to live with him.
Two weeks since we kissed.
The kiss was unexpected, but what was more shocking, was the fact that he asked. He asked if he could kiss me. He has never asked for my permission.
And when his rough, yet soft lips came in contact with mine, I couldn't help but kiss him back.
At that moment, my mind and my heart seemed to be having a huge battle. My mind, the smarter part as I like to call it, was screaming at me to stop the kiss and leave. But my heart was screaming the exact opposite. To kiss him back. My heart yearned for Leon's warmth.
So I went with my heart.
But that inner battle my mind and heart were having made me tear up. I felt so weak for crying, but so many things happened that day. I was kidnapped, almost got raped, gun was held against my head, Nay Nay left... It was all just so much and the fact that I was kissing Leon seemed just wrong to me. More specifically to my mind. To my heart, it felt alright, natural almost.
And as our lips parted, I quickly ran inside the room, hoping Leon couldn't see the tears that fell on my cheeks.
I haven't stopped thinking about the kiss, but I scold myself for it everyday. I should probably forget about it.
I may have been here for two weeks, but the first week was worse. Far worse. Leon wouldn't let me leave the house at all. I haven't spoken a word to him for the first seven days, since that kiss. I was really sad he actually forced me to stay here. I knew I was being stubborn, but it just made me so sad, it made me feel like my opinion on this didn't matter at all.
