Creep
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This sucks. My parents just divorced and sucked me into their dumb world. My mom, Erika, is uptight and self-conscious, with little mercy, if you're lucky. She never did show me much love, when I look back onto my pretty average childhood. I mean, I'm 16 now, and yet I still feel more like a child than anything. My dad Craig is much more laid back, but I never wanted to get on his bad side. I'd heard him and my mom argue a lot, and I wouldn't like to be on the receiving end of his grievances. When it was time for court, (hell), everyone stared down at me and relied on my decision on where to go. "Time to make a decision, Kate, " I said dad, and so we went the week after. Today. I just moved into a really small, really cute house with dad in Salem, Mass. Only complaint, the creepy kid across the street, what was he staring at?
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As a child you always fear the monster under your bed or in your closet. Maybe you watched a scary movie or were told a horror story to make you believe something was under there. You jump onto your bed and jerk your limbs away from the edge or always shut your closet door. Then you hide under the covers in hopes that they don't get to you. As you grow older you realize the invisible monster under your bed is just that, invisible. Its not that they don't exist, it's just that you don't see them. You write off the bumps in the night as the wind or shifting floorboards but they're lies. Little white lies you tell yourself so you can sleep at night. Well I'm here to tell you that whatever is causing those bumps is very real. In my case, the source doesn't hide in my closet but rather under my bed. And he's determined to drag me right there with him. Can you be friends with the monster under your bed? ** "Ask me Aria," he rasped. His voice dripped with temptation that would make the devil jealous. His lips were brushing against mine as we leaned into each other. I felt like I was drowning in his presence. The hand that was on my breast had moved to my waist, keeping me close even as I tipped towards him. His hand was still on my sex, leisurely teasing the area. "Please," I whispered. Something mixed between a growl and a purr escaped him. It vibrated deeply from his chest. I thought he would kiss me but he didn't. His lips hovered over mine before they softly traced my cheek. I gasped when his hands moved to under my arms, moving me until I straddled his thigh.

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