Loving Obsidian

Loving Obsidian

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**WARNING** This story has some dark and violent parts to it. This is your trigger warning, proceed at your own risk. **** Lyanna I am lost. I have been broken, thrown away by those that were supposed to love me. Then I meet him, maybe I can give him a chance, maybe he will prove me wrong. "I was hiding in the forest watching him curiously as he studied the trees, as if he was searching for something behind the tree line. He had honey blonde hair, just long enough to see the natural wave it had, beckoning me to run my fingers through it. There was a need in the center of my core making me pull myself from my hiding spot. " -- Elias I have been looking for her, yearning for her, but when I find her it is not as I expected. She is wild, untamed. When I look at her I see her fire and I know I am going to get burned, yet I cannot stay away. "I was standing at the edge of the forest looking into the trees, when I caught sight of her stepping from behind a large oak tree. Her long hair the color of the midnight sky, an inky black, so dark that when the slivers of light from the moon caught it there was almost a blue shimmer. As she stared back at me, I saw a set of green eyes, almost mirroring the same shade as my own. A sweet tantalizing smell drifted through the air, almost hypnotizing me."
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My dream continued the one I'd been having for the past couple of nights. I ran, gasping for breath, through the familiar woods from a dark figure behind me. The faster I tried to run, the slower I seemed to go, until it was like I was running in place. I knew I needed to run. I was terrified of what the figure would do when he caught me. "Mara Leigh," a deep, smooth voice called. It was almost hypnotic. That was new. The figure had never spoke before now. I ran as fast as I could go, eyes searching the forest floor for a big stick or something that I could use to defend myself. "Mara Leigh!" the voice came again, this time more insistent. The forest slowly started to fade and I started to awake to someone shaking my shoulders. "Beau?" I mumbled, turning my head to the side. What's Beau doing in my room this time of night? Why is he shaking me? "Do not call me that name." My eyes flew open as I jumped at the voice from my dream. A face was right in front of mine, and just like the voice, it wasn't Beau. Before I could form a scream, a hand covered my mouth. I tried to bite it but I couldn't get my mouth to open. He's too strong. I started to use my whole body to try to get away, but he crawled on top of me, holding me down. I pulled the hidden knife out from under my pillow and slashed as hard as I could at him, but he just grabbed my wrist and squeezed it until the pain made me drop the knife. Then he grabbed both my hands in one of his and held them over my head. He held me down while I struggled. I grunted and moved and tried to kick and scream, but I only wore myself out. Exhausted, I stopped thrashing and let the tears flow freely down my cheeks. I didn't know what to do, so I just tried to prepare myself for whatever was coming.

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