I looked down at my hands, they were bleeding. It didn't hurt, but I knew I had to hide it from my mom. She hated it when I got into fights. I sighed, I didn't know what to do, She still hated me and backed off whenever I got close. She had opened her mouth to talk to me a few times, but had shut it before she said anything. I opened the door quietly hoping my mom wouldn't hear it. I sneaked up into my room and locked the door after me. I sighed heavily in relief.
I opened the door down into the basement, I had to talk this through with her. I straightened my back, ready to confront her. I hammered the door open and it jumped back when it hit the wall. She screamed and ran to a corner of the room. She looked at me with big eyes, trembling. Then a confused and thoughtful look took its place. She narrowed her eyes and looked at me, her eyes were filled with hatred and anger. She was clinching the dirty blanket to her chest. She took a step forward and one more, and one more. She stopped right before we touched each other. She looked up at, with an angry look. "What do you want." She snarled. I shook my head, the fact she spoke to me. It was amazing, even though it wasn't nice. "hmm... I dunno actually-" I answered trying to sound careless. "- maybe I wanted to see you" I grinned as she stepped back, she looked down at her feet, mumbling something. She looked amazing, I could feel some kind of heat growing in my body. I moved closer to her, quicker than I wanted to. She gasped as I pulled her into a hug. She started resisting, but I was too strong. I leaned my head back a little and smiled, now she looked perfect, here in my arms.
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