The Screw Ups (On Hold & Editing)

The Screw Ups (On Hold & Editing)

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(SERIOUS EDITING, READ AT OWN RISK!!) I always set my image to be that bad but good girl. I do drugs here and there but never enough to do damage. I have this wall set up around me, so for the people who once tried to care, just don't care anymore. I wasn't bothered by that. I was okay with being alone at first, but at one point the loneliness and pain got to me and I turned to the only problem solver i thought was the best. Getting caught- while releasing my inner demons wasn't the prettiest scene, it caused me to be sent to a rehab facility for teens. Mom thinks this is for the best, I think this is the most stupidest idea. But what if this was actually for the best.
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She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. "Your tattoos are beautiful," she said softly. Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that. "I'm going to take a shower," I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare. A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.

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