Bit by bit I was torn a part, every time I think it will get better something worse always happens. I was finished I couldn't take the pain anymore. For a seventeen year old everything was too much to bear, and I had it all planned out, but sometimes even the worst things can turn out to make it all better. A blessing...
He takes his other hand putting my hair behind my ear. Why is he doing this? He slowly brings his lips to my ear. I can feel his lips barely touching the top of my ear making me suck in a sharp breath. "I like knowing you're scared of me" He whispers. His breath hits my ear and fans out to my neck. I shiver at his wo...