Striking Lies
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It was a rush of hatred mixed with sarcasm that killed her. One bullet to her chest and then another and another, until she slouched her way down to the floor, covering the white walkways with red. Her now leaving me in a cold trance at the tiny framed friend of mine on the floor, well that is until I looked up to the barrel of the gun pointing at me now. My heart clenching together underneath my skin, pulse raising as I attempt to make sense out of all this, and the brief illusion of a shadow on the wall behind her, all tease me when I’m trying to think if this is all true. That’s when it happens; his dark hair flowing in his eyes from his lack of going to the hair cutter and his violet eyes deepening the stare between the two of us.
Don’t shoot! I’ll do anything! Just don’t kill him. My thoughts scream at me, making my line of concentration grow slimmer with each word. Tears begun to fill the bottom of my eyes, my throat closing to the full extent, my ever so calm hands were trembling at my hips and the requirement of breath vanish from my lungs.
His hands run out to calm this girl, speaking softly and letting her know that it will be alright if she simply lets us go. And just as she starts to give in to his pervasive act, the fire alarm sets off, sending her in a protective fury of gunshots.
Hitting him dead on.
Felt like a bullet to my heart.
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Slowly, he lifted his head and kissed my chin. I didn't respond, I just continued to stare out the window. He moved his hands from my hips up to my neck and continued to kiss my chin and cheeks sensually. I was sure he was trying to be sexy and romantic but it wasn't interesting to me. He trailed his lips up to my mine and started to kiss and nibble on my bottom lip. I moved my face to the other side in a silent attempt to get away. "Why are you like this? Just kiss me, Margot." He whined. I glanced above myself into his face, "I told you Seth, I'm not into it. I don't want to kiss you." He sighed heavily and leaned his face into my neck, "I don't understand you. I've tried to do whatever you wanted, I don't get it. I just want to make you happy. I want to make you come." I chuckled, "I've never gotten off with you. You know that." It came out cruel, which I hadn't intended on. It wasn't his fault that I didn't seem to respond to him, he tried all kinds of things but it just didn't do anything for me. Seth looked down at me, his face was full of hurt, "I think I love you, you know." I shook my head, "No you don't. Trust me, this isn't love. This is just sex." I pushed up on his chest, motioning for him to get off of me and pull out. He did as I requested, shifting onto his haunches so I could pull myself over to the other side of the back seat. I pulled my shirt down and pick up my jeans from the floor of the car. "I can love you if I want to." He muttered as he pulled his own clothes onto his body. He had taken the condom off, tied it and threw it out the window. I tugged my hair up into a pony tail and glared at him, "You can, but I would advise against it. I don't love you, Seth and I'm not going to."
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