Failed Revenge <<Hayes Grier fanfic>>

Failed Revenge <<Hayes Grier fanfic>>

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I slid the sharp metal across my thigh, letting the blood flow to the tiled ground. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK I ignored it and continued writing to my thighs. Creating more red blood. The door swung open. Blue orbs looking right through me. ~ That was last week. I thought he might say sorry to me, but instead after looking at me, he left. He left. Just like that. He left like I was nothing but a piece of paper, thrown near a trash can that nobody would pick up because they don't care, cause it wasn't there's. I cried for days, I didn't even go to school. Like who would care, those noobs aren't my friends, they just want him. Well they could have him, like I would care. I remember when he said "we'll best friends forever" more like best friends for never. I'm Princess Winters and this is my story. Copyright 2014 Credits to: ParisAndMustaches for the cover
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****Copyrighted**** 'Tell me you don't feel it.' He whispered against my lips, and the trembling that had ceased at the feel of his lips against mine began again with renewed vigor. 'Tell me it's not what you want, and I'll go. You'll never have to see me again.' Swallowing, I looked up at the eyes that had entranced me from the start. I took in his every feature, slowly and deliberately. I thrilled at the feeling of his arms enfolding me, and I inhaled his familiar scent with a trembling breath. And then, then I did the most foolish thing imaginable: I flung my arms about his neck and kissed him with all that I had, almost losing myself in the safety and security I felt. But more than that, I ran. I took his moment of shock, the slight loosing of his arms about me, and tore myself away from him, shoving out the door and into the rain. I suppose I'll never know why he didn't follow me. It was the thing I feared most. I knew that if he came for me a second time, I wouldn't be able to say 'no'. I wouldn't be able to run. But I had to. I had to go. I couldn't let him be hurt because of me. He would live on now, and I would marry another. I had leased my last bit of passion in that one moment in his arms, and as I made my way through the dark streets, I felt myself become dull and lost like the creatures bound in the menagerie. **Much of this was written when I was younger and then I came back later and finished it. There will likely be mistakes. Lots of them.

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