"You see how confused you look right now?" I ask him as he leans against my trailer door blocking my way. "You look like you don't know me." I scoff. "Nah, I know." He says closing the door and locking it. "I know you more than you know yaself and I think that scares you a lil bit." He starts making his way closer to me. I roll my eyes fixing my robe hating his words but loving his delivery. "You don't scare me." I comment feeling aggravated at the thought of him thinking he's a threat to me. "Nobody can scare yo crazy ass huh?" "You don't scare nobody Mikey but yaself because if there's anything you're afraid to admit, it's that you're just as psycho as I am!" The words flying out my mouth before I could stop them. I close my eyes hearing his footsteps come closer and expected to feel a hand around the neck. A gun to the temple. A grip around the wrist. But Instead I felt a soft pair of lips press onto my forehead and a gentle hand on the side of my face. "I might be fucked up in the head probably off worse than you. But one thing is, imma never stop loving you. And I think more than anything that scares you the most." -------------------------- Mikey and Zeena stuck in they own worlds which sounded easy at first. Everything made sense, everything was safe and sound to them. But what if the only thing making their lives worth living was the disfunction that they caused for each other?

𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙢. 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙣. 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙂𝙤𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙣.

Sharife Cooper

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