One Year Late

One Year Late

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Apr 22, 2017
My heart ached at just the thought of her, I shivered as I clenched my eyes shut, not letting any tears fall. I miss the way she laughed. I miss the way she would cuddle with me. I miss seeing her smile every morning. I miss her. A few tears leaked from my eyes, as I grabbed a vase, and smashed it against the wall. I sobbed, screaming and throwing things around the room. "Why?!" "Why did she leave me..." I whisper in defeat. "D-daddy?" My 3 year old daughter whispered "Yes baby?" My voice was hoarse "When is mummy coming back?" She whimpers, making me stay quiet. "Go back to bed princess" "I wanna stay here. There's a monster under my bed" She whimpers, digging her face into the crook of my shoulder. I chuckle and hold her close to my chest as I lay down. She digs her face into my chest, the way her mother used to. I kiss the top of her head and let a few tears out. Nyla. Nyla Arabella Rose. The one who's heart I stole. Dropped it making it break, and glued it together. Only to smash it to pieces again.
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Olivia Morningstar just wants to live a normal life. As an actress though, her life is anything but and although she doesn't let it faze her, the attention is sometimes sickening and that's why she tries to live her life on the low. She got cheated on. Angry but not hurt. Throw in a mix of a careless little sister and a sick best friend and watch how these take a toll on her life. Add a shit ton of paparazzi and a secret case the man she's interested in is working on and her life isn't so much private anymore. ~~~ He breaks the kiss as he looks directly at me, no doubt memorizing what I look like as he fingers the fuck out of me. "Be mine?" He asks. "I-I thought that was... wasn't until the first date," I whisper, not knowing where my sighs ended and his started. We're so close that I'm sure I'm inhaling his exhale and vice versa, with none of us giving a fuck about it. "Can't wait." He breathes out, slipping his index finger too, stroking faster and deeper and I grip the bedsheets tighter, waves of pleasure taking control as I groan with eyes shut, coming close. "Be mine?" He asks again and I could feel his eyes still trained on me. Unable to speak, I nod. "Words, Olivia. Words." "I- uh, fuck it, yes, I'll be yours," I reply with a hoarse voice, a voice I can't recognize. I let my hands go up to his hair, removing the band that held it together, so it'll fall in soft waves and I can run my hand through it freely. "Then, I think I'm also yours." [Word count: 85,000-90,000] Trigger warning: ~Sexual assault. ~Mentions of violence. ~Mature Language. ~Sexual content. ~Mentions of suicide.

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