Don't || Michael Clifford

Don't || Michael Clifford

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"Please." I stuttered. My throat was now hurting from all the screaming. "Michael please, please open your eyes." Tears landing onto his cheek from where i had been standing above him. It's my fault. And now he's gone.
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"You are no wife to me, you got it!? I'm marrying you because of circumstances and the sooner you feed it in your brain the better it will be for you understand" he said while pushing my back against the wall with force, making me grunt when pain shot through my body. I try to break free by pushing and squirming but it's no use. "Answer me! Don't look away when I'm talking to you! Do you get what I just said or do I need to make myself a little more clear," he said in a dangerously low voice, looking straight into my eyes. "Yes, I know I'm no wife to you and believe me I have no interest in being your wife," I said finally finding my escape from his grip causing me to smirk at him. He looked at me giving me a confused look. "why are you smirking bitch?" "Oh, you're about to find out," I said and kicked him where the sun don't shine, making it extra painful as he fell to his knees, clutching his family jewels for the sake of his life.

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