Don't Pull The Trigger

Don't Pull The Trigger

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What do you do when your high school Senior prank goes horribly wrong and puts you and your best friends entire future in jeopardy? How could a simple prank turn into being accused of murder? An old friend decides to tag along on your escape. He pulls you through the hardest parts of the journey being your shoulder to cry on, and overall support system. ** I grabbed his hand, and I shook my head, debating whether to burden him with my ignorance. "I don't think we will make it, James." forcing back the tears swelling in my eyes. He pulled me into a sincere hug, muffling my tears into his already damp shirt I whimpered, "Why did this happen to us James, what else will happen to us?" He rubbed his hand thoughtfully on my back, "Shh.. no matter what happens we will make it together." I wiped my eyes somewhat embarrassed at my outburst. "I-I'm sorry.." He wiped the remaining tears out of my eyes. "Don't be." For a moment time froze looking into his beautiful eyes. All these years I had known him I fought my feelings for him because he was an inmate, yet now I didn't see any difference in him and I both so broken yet so strong. I was pulled from my thoughts when a strand of hair fell onto his forehead. I fought the urge to push it out of his face. "Like what you see?" He teased, clearly noticing my daze. I'm certain my face went as red as blood. I quickly removed my gaze from his gorgeous face and into my lap. He smirked, "I didn't hear you." Lightly grasping my chin forcing me to look at him. I giggled, relaxing into a soft smile. "No," I teased. "I want more." breaking into fits of laughter this time. hand intertwining our fingers. "Thanks for being there for me." "I always will be." He whispered.
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My palm cracked against his cheek before I even realised I'd raised it. He froze, then smiled-slow, cruel, like he saw something ugly inside me I tried so hard to hide. And then his hand shot up, fingers sliding into my hair.... enough to make me meet his eyes. Enough to remind me how easily he could close the distance between anger and something darker. "You think this makes you brave?" "No," I said. "It makes me done being scared." "Do that again," his breath touch my cheek, "and I'll make sure you never forget how I'll ruin you." I laughed breathlessly. "You already did. You've been ruining me since the day I stepped into this place." He smirked. "If that's what you call ruined, Sunshine, you haven't seen anything yet." "Obsessed. Psychotic. You can't stand not being in control, can you?" He leaned in, voice cutting. "Control? No. I just hate losing. And I hate you more than anyone I've ever met." "Leave me alone... demon," I managed, "stay out of my life." hating the tremor in my tone. He stared at me. "Demons never let go of their prey." his thumb brushes on my lower lip. "Until you do what I say." He stepped back and took off his jacket and held the jacket out between us. "You want me to leave you alone?" He said slowly like a challenge disguised as mercy. I crossed my arms. "What are you doing?" "Making it official." "Official?" He stepped closer, so close I could feel the faint heat still clinging to the leather. "You'll wear this," his grey eyes locked on mine. "You'll wear my jacket. Every time you feel it, every time someone looks at you, you'll remember who made you take it. You'll remember me and I'll stay away." For a heartbeat, I stared at him, hated him for how much I understood his madness. How he twists me, questioning my own sanity, using every crack in me as a weapon. Would Elara choose peace over him? Tale of vengeance, obsession and defiance. Dark academia aesthetic. Morally heroes, slow-burning romance. Enemies-to-lovers.

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