Caught (Camren)

3 P.M. - I loved her. She loved me. I fell harder and harder every day, and I knew it was dangerous. She was dangerous. Her kiss began to taste like vodka even when she hadn't been drinking and her nails dug into my skin like razors, but I loved her.

11 P.M. - The flick of a lighter. I saw the flame in her emerald eyes as they both burned. She took a hit and handed it to me. It touched my lips and tasted like her. I felt the chemicals in my lungs. Everything was spinning, but I still loved her.

Midnight - The flash of lights. They blinded me. I couldn't find my shirt. My skin was still glistening with the trail from her tongue. Gunshots. One. Two. Three. Glass shattered. Handcuffs. White walls. Caught. I still loved her. I always would.

WARNING: This story is Rated R for drugs, sexual content, and language. Reader discretion is advised.

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