S T A Y

S T A Y

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WpMetadataReadVoor volwassenenCompleet maa, mrt. 16, 201550m
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We met in 4th grade and immediately became best friends . He was the sweetest guy back then , but We've Lost Contact. But This Particular Dayy I Saw Hym. And From Then On Now We Have Been Catching Up Lately. He said he wants to talk on another level . Of course I was down with it . I've had the biggest crush on him since who knows when . So we started to date . But that changed everything . He's so overprotective now ! He acts like he owns me . And the worst part about it... He abuses me . I wanna leave him so bad but something's telling me to S T A Y.
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"𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬?" He rasps, voice low and sensual as he stares down at me. I look up at him, unable to keep the fear off my face. "Maybe?" I squeak. He sighs. "Guess I'm going to have to fuck them out of you, yeah?" Shivering, I take two steps back, creating space that he easily eats up. "That won't be necessary." He hums, considering my words before drawling, "Too bad, did you forget what I said earlier? I. Don't. Fucking. Care." Stepping in between my legs, he tilts my chin up, forcing me to look at him. "So many bad thoughts," he mutters. "Once I start with you, I won't stop until I finish, and you better pray to God and hope that I don't break you." "Too late for that, I'm already broken," I reply. He growls, hand flying to my throat. My back digs into the wall. "Lets start with that thought." .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. 𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐗 promised herself she wouldn't fall for him. Her thirteen-year-old self had refused to accept it, convinced she could never like him-let alone love him. After two years of hating him, fifteen-year-old Immy has bigger problems than a stupid golden-boy, or so she tells herself. 𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐋 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐎 never wanted to hate her. One touch, and he was addicted-she became his inevitable downfall. Better to make her hate him now, before it was too late. How could he control himself when he never had any control to begin with? The moment he saw her, it was gone-vanished, irretrievable-and he never got it back. "𝐉𝐢𝐮 𝐣𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥-𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭." 𝐓𝐖: 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 + 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬 (𝟏𝟒+)

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