Intoxicated: Clayton Wilder

Intoxicated: Clayton Wilder

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Love, Lust, and Longing for the Past - Clayton Wilder thought he'd lost it all the moment he'd killed a boy with his car. He thought he'd hit rock bottom; but, boy, was he wrong! He had so much more to lose: for example, his relationship with Eve. She was his life. Literally. And when life's not there to help, you rely on 'them'. And they - those alluring, addicting girls - were his drugs. Literally. - They - All of them - Mingled with my senses, tingled with my thoughts, and singled out my heart. Made it vulnerable. Made me vulnerable. I was oblivious - to the destruction they brought together with their presence, their smiles, and their deadly addiction - until my close ones and I reunited... or forever parted...
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Blood

Everything about him was mysterious. His eyes had a cold blue color that held many stories inside of them. They held dark hidden secrets that I wished to know about. I thought he was beautiful in his own dark mysterious way. Every time we shared a glance, I would feel a cold shiver running up my spine. I would rub my arms with my hands. I would take deep breaths as my eyes would pour into his. I would get nervous as he would watch me like if I was his prey. I was slowly falling for him. The boy that I thought was nothing but normal yet unique in his own way. I loved everything about him. He made me believe that he was perfect. We were perfect. In our small town there was a killer murdering for revenge. He killed for reasons. He named himself, Blood. After killing his victims, he would write a message on the wall with their blood. Never would I ever think that I would fall in love with a cold blooded killer. He said that I was his weakness. He said that he loved me. He was different with me. No matter what, I will always love him no matter what he did or who he was. His name was Elliot Evergreen.

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