THUD
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"June, ba baby waake upp, wake the fuck up I want you t-to love me Ju-june."
I continued to pretend to be asleep but I knew I was pushing my luck, I knew I was risking it and I braced myself to what is to come.
It stung like a motherfucker, your palm against my cheek, it fucking stung and my eyelids flew open allowing the tears I was holding to escape.
"Wh why did it take you so fu fucking long to wak wake up June? I neeeed you June."
I held my palm against my cheek in an attempt to stop the throbbing and slowly started to sit up. The tears kept flowing but there was no noise, just tears. I looked at you and you had so much anger in your eyes.
It scared me.
It scared the fuck out of me.
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