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"Hugh Hugh" the last sound that came out that day. The day I was dying, dying from something I never thought was possible. Then I just went out like that. I can't even imagine this happening ..... RING RING the bell rang. Darn it I was just getting to the get part of the book,but whatever it was the last day of school! Whoosh! My feet were soaked. My new white converse ruined. I can't blame the rain. Tap tap. I love the sound of the rain,the smell, everything about it. You could barely hear the sound of my keys inserting into the door. The rain came faster and louder and the wind was even more stronger than ever. I rushed inside my house. I smelled something burnt and I knew that could only mean two thinks my mom was doing her hair, which she didn't have any more the cancer ate it all away,or it could be something on fire I went into the kitchen and something was burning everything seemed to be in slow motion even me.I tried running to the sink to go spray everything down until,
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His hand shifts under my sweater cuff, sliding up to my forearm. ''Tell me you don't feel it.'' I brush my fingers over his collarbones, just above the worn edge of his shirt. Beneath it, I feel the faint shift of muscle, the stutter in his breathing. He kisses me hot and hard. Like a collapse, His hands slide under my clothes to my neck and my hair where they make fists. My scalp prickles. He lets me taste a future with him, to feel it in the thrust of his tongue and bite of his teeth. I'm panting, and aching, and still, we know this won't change anything. Still, he kisses me bruised. 𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩 BOOK ONE C O N T A I N S : ❤︎ sexual/mature content ❤︎ violence/abuse/trauma ❤︎ flawed characters (and development) Copyright © 2018-present Laurel Montaze (immoralLaurel). This body of work (story, characters, ideas) is available exclusively on Wattpad. If you're viewing it on a different website/platform or under a different username, it has been illegally stolen. Please notify the original author. © All Rights Reserved

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