"I was sent here with a mission," He spoke lowly, his voice sounding deep and husky. "And very specific orders." His hazel eyes seemed to darken in color. "What kind of orders?" I asked in a soft voice. His eyes bore into mine as he walked closer to me. With every step he took towards me was a step back away from him I took. My back hit the wall and he stood directly in front of me. He trapped me with his hands on either side of my head. "Let's just say, it involved not doing this," He said inching closer. His soft full lips pressed hungrily against mine in a heated kiss.

Dear Bully, Today the gym teacher forced me to wear a t-shirt. You saw my scars, and told me to just keep slitting my wrists. Do you just enjoy causing me pain? Is that it? Do you find such a great amount of pleasure, by causing me pain?