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The Con Artist

The Con Artist

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"Who said I wanted to be this way?" I asked, tears streaming down my face. I hated my mother with every ounce of me. "It was for your own good! He was not a good father for you!" She shouts back at my face. I couldn't believe what I was hearing one bit. "He taught me more than you ever did." I state, wiping the tears away. I run into the living room, and swipe the keys off the counter. I slam the front door behind me, and with that I take off into the night.
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"Grab that plate and throw it on the floor." I told him, handing him a plate. "Why am I---" "Just do it!" I yelled, trying to hold back the tears. He looked at me and took the plate from my hand, making careful moves so he didn't touch the tips of my fingers. "Throw it on the ground." I told him. I watched as he threw it down on the ground, pieces of one of my moms plates going everywhere. "Okay. Now what?" He asked me, a hint of impatience in his voice. I walked up to him so we were old inches apart, our noses almost touching. It would be so easy to just kiss him right now.... "Now say your sorry." I whispered to him, letting a tear slip. I felt his gentle hands wrap around me and pull me in closer. Our foreheads touched as he whispered the faithful words, "I'm sorry." I pulled away from him, making sure I didn't cut myself on the sharp shards of glass. "Did it go back to the way it was before?" I asked him, angry tears rolling freely down my face now. How could he do this to me? I am--was--his mate. He looked at me with a sad expression and then looked down. Strangled, he whispered, "No." "Do you understand now how my heart broke when I found out? Do you get it now?" "Jace, I'm--" "Don't even!" I yelled. I couldn't take this anymore. "Leave!" I screamed, letting my tears fall to the floor. He looked at me with a painful look. I felt myself die inside when he finally did turn and leave. ~*~*~*~*~* Jace didn't know what Damian was in the beginning. She thought he was just a normal boy that went to her school. Then, suddenly, she is whisked away into the world of werewolves and vampires, and the horrible war that goes on between them. Jace is stuck in the middle. Why? Because the Vampire king claims to be Jace is his, while Damian claims that she is his mate. Realizing what kind of position she is in, she decides to go with Damian. He's cuter, nicer, and won't ever hurt her... right?

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