The Callous Heart

The Callous Heart

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As hard as a rock, that was life for a pretty little orphan named Allison. She didn't have a last name after all she was only found at the foot steps of an orphanage. She doesn't have much friends as other kids. As young as she is, she always believe that she wasn't enough, she knew she was unwanted. but she didn't know she was different. Allison was the flower in the bushes, the rose surrounded by thorns, the crystal around the rocks. Even though she is the odd one out, she never cease to a certain person's eye. The journey of truth, lies , boys , parents , bestfriends, school and all of you could think of in a normal teenage life. Except that this isnt about a normal teenage girl. Its more than that. ----------------------------------------------------------------- "You don't know me. Don't judge a book by it cover, little fairy." He said, getting closer and closer to me. "Yeah like you don't judge me now, you don't know anything about me. Heck you don't even know anything at all." I said , pointing at him and stabbing him with my index. He suddenly took my finger and pulled me close. " Oh I know you, mariposa. I know everything about you, every nook and cranny, every loophole. I know." he said as he kissed the back of my hand gently. I shoved him back and shouted. "Get away from me you creep! After what you did today, I doubt you even know what personal space is." "I know what it is, love, but it's fine. Isn't it? Since a hot guy is close to you and I mean what's hard to love." He pointed his stomach. "Everything." Then his phone rang. "I guess times up, see you soon Mariposa." And he left. He'll be the death of me, I thought. ---------------- Note: This story was "With The Badguy" but changed into this and also edited but still includes mature language.
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He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself. ---------- "Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face. "No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath. "Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly. "Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face. "How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes. "I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle. "You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks. "Well, I know you will keep me safe." "Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me. "You haven't hurt me." "Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.

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