His Turn To Hurt

Cezanne Bardot fell in love with the man of her dreams... or so she thought. When she tried to let him go he couldn't bear the thought of losing her forever. But this isn't your ordinary love story, be ready for twist and turns you've yet to expect because now it's his turn to hurt.
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He sat back down and looked into my eyes. "When we 'broke up' and I told you that you could never be anyone else's, I meant it. But you took it as a joke" he smiled. "I am always watching over you and everything you do has consequences"
"Why?" We broke up such a long time ago.
He didn't answer my question, he just stared at me. His eyes burning me. "This is my warning. If he's not gone by today I promise he will be by tomorrow"
I stood up and gathered my things, quickly shoving them in my book bag. "Slow down you'll hurt yourself" his fingers wrapped around my thigh.
"Get off of me" I growled.
He sighed and leaned back in his chair. "You can't be with anybody else I wont let you"
"If you didn't want us to break up why didn't you just say something in that moment, almost two years ago"
He stood and leaned close to my face. "Because I wanted you to beg for me. But I underestimated how powerful you are"
I began to walk away but he stopped me. I hated that I chose to sit in the corner of the coffee shop, no one can really see us over here. I chose privacy over protection like a dummy. "Don't think I'm doing this out of spite"
"Please don't hurt him"
"I'm not going to hurt him. It is completely up to you, if you let him go, he'll be free, he can spread his wings and fly"
He grabbed my arms. "I told you not to get involved with him" he sighed then smiled. "You and me against the world, remember?"

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