Save Me From Me •Complete• [Editing]

Save Me From Me •Complete• [Editing]

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Serenity P.o.v "Justin how could you ever do something so foul like that?" I asked him as I felt the burning sensation in my eyes. Here comes the water works. He embarrassed me in the cafeteria. He told everyone I slept with him, and I gave him chlamydia. "You know what I want. Did you think this was going to last? I mean you're beautiful, but look at you. You're a mess. You're not shit. Why don't you start back cutting, and kill yourself! Get the fuck out of my face." Justin spat at me. His words burned deeply. "Y-y-you don't mean that." I told him as I tried to grab onto his hand. He pushed me back, an punched me in the eye. "Don't put your fucking hands on me. Damn Precious looking bitch. Now either you're going to give me the pussy, or you're going to run back to Malik. Hurry up my sloppy toppy appointment is waiting for me." He said. I don't like him to give him the most precious piece of me. I shook my head no, and headed for the door. I soon felt my hair being pulled he threw me on the chair. "Please don't do this Justin." I searched his eyes, and they was jet black. Honestly, he looks so different. Almost like he was on some type of drug. "Bitch I'm getting what I want today." He said. I felt something hit my head then I was knocked out. Will Serenity ever have a normal life? Will Serenity ever get her "White house, with the picket fence?" Or as most say "The American Dream." Read more to find out.
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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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