She and He

She and He

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He was like a drug. So addicting and sweet. She couldn't help but go back for more. But he was toxic for her. He drove her to wild, almost dangerous decisions. It excited her though. To finally be doing something that makes her feel so alive. It felt right to her. He felt right to her. Even though she couldn't see that he was most definitely not. Until one day when he walked out of her life forever, leaving her with only one piece of him, their unborn child inside her. Not knowing what to do, she enlists the aid of her old best friend who promised to help her no matter what. What she didn't know was her intense older brother would be tagging along as well. As the connection between her and her friend grow bigger, so does the flame inside her for him. But she's afraid. Afraid of what might happen if she gives into her urges and finally let's go. She wants to hold back but at the same time? All she wants to do is let the floodgates open and let it all out. So she does. But what happens after is another tale.
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Her father thought he could cheat me. Borrow what wasn't his, disappear, and leave nothing but a trail of debt in his wake. Men like him never learn-there's always a cost, always someone left to bleed for their mistakes. He thought it would be him. Instead, it's her. His daughter. At first, she was nothing but a message. A way to make him suffer, even if he never came back to see it. I broke her down the way I break everything-piece by piece, scream by scream. I wanted her fear, her pain, the ruin in her eyes every time I came close. She hated me, and I fed on it. That's all I believed in: control, power, the reminder that I own what others abandon. But somewhere between her sobs and her defiance, she changed the rules. She fought me, and I should have killed her for it. Instead, I wanted more. She cried, and instead of silencing her, I listened. She looked at me, even in terror, and for the first time in my life I couldn't look away. I don't believe in love. I never have. Love is weakness, a lie people tell themselves before the knife comes out. But she... she's different. She's sharp where she should be soft. Brave when she should be broken. She makes me hunger in ways that no amount of blood or vengeance ever could. I meant to ruin her. To make her pay for the sins of her father. Now I want to claim her as mine. Not because of love-no, I don't use that word. I don't trust it. But because she drags something out of me I thought was dead. Something dangerous. She wasn't supposed to matter. But she does. And if I have to chain her, break her, and rebuild her until she finally sees me the way I see her, then so be it. She'll be my wife. My possession. My salvation. Even if I have to destroy her first.

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