We were just Kids

We were just Kids

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It wasn't that long ago when we all were still little kids who didn't have a care in the world. Then we grew up and then we all got so caught up in life that we forgot that we were just kids. Kids who didn't know better. Who got into drugs and alcahol and the parties. I wish someone would've stopped us. Then maybe we wouldn't have lost so much. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The walls are swaying or maybe that's just me. I've never felt this way before, it feels weird. "Jazzy come on, you can stay at my place." I keep staring at the swaying walls. "You sound like a boy I used to know. A boy I used to love, but then his sister got clean and he disappeared with her. I was so proud or her." I look at him, he looks familiar. "Come Jazzy." I turn back to the swaying walls. It's been three years since that day and she stayed sober. "Ace, my Ace how I miss you. Where were you when I needed you. You use the nickname he gave me." I feel the sweet blackness start to form around my eyes.
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"I don't know what kind of girl you think I am Greg" I mumbled. I was not the kind of girl who slept with guys on a whim. I wanted him, but not enough to abandon all reason. He took a step toward me, ignored my narrowed eyes and wrapped his arms around me. I wriggled and tried to pull away, but he only held me tighter. His face was impossibly close to me, expression serene to my fury. I could feel him already, pressing into my stomach. Fear shot through me, but the anticipation was equal. "I know exactly what kind of girl you are Maddy... that's the problem" He said simply. His lips crashed into mine, tasting every inch of me. I wanted more than anything to pull away, leave and never mention this again.... but I couldn't do it. The feel of him naked, warm and muscular against me rendered me speechless. I couldn't explain it, but our bodies seemed to fit together somehow and the anger I'd felt just a minute ago. That firey anger at him invading my privacy was gradually merging with the previous lust from last night. Now all I felt was an all consuming need for him to touch me. ....................................................................... Maddy Reynolds' life is a mess. Her best friend's brother Greg has just died and her two best friends Mel and Dom aren't speaking to each other. She has no one to talk to about her confusing feelings towards Greg or why Mel is so distant. Then at the funeral, she becomes friends with Tom Winter by pure chance and he seems to be the only one who understands her. And yet.... even he is keeping secrets from her. The sort of secrets that have the power to change everything. Maddy now has to decide to trust him or find out the truth on her own. Things would have been a whole lot simpler if she'd chosen the latter.

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