She wish that she could kill herself and never come back this time, just for still loving Tate It would all be okay if he didn't do what he did Tate sat in the corner, cuddling his knees sobbing Its not my fault... im not psycho He thought to himself, wiping away the tears
˚✧˳ ❝ Bite me. ❞ He didn't respond, but he maintained to stare daggers at me. A smirk bent its way on his thin lips as the tables turned. Making me the one to back out my neck in defeat as he inched closer again. ❝ Oh, I will bite you. ❞ Five cooed before finally walking away with a pleased, sarcastic smile. ˳✧˚ || F...
˚✧˳ ❝ Or what..? You're gonna kill me? ❞ Five scoffs. His fingers were wrapped around my wrist as every footstep forward he took only tightens his grip. His face inched closer, as if mocking me and my petrified threat. My heart dropped. The devilish look he had after an aggressive moment was terrifying on its own and...
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