OVERDRIVE (Plus Size BWWM)
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Last published Sun, Jan 23, 2022
"I just don't get it Valentino!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, throwing any and everything at his head. Shoes, pillows, picture frames- I truly mean anything in my reach. The only sounds that echoed through his vacant home were my screams and glass shattering.
He thought he had broken me but the only emotion that ran through my veins at this moment was rage. I was ANGRY. Angry at him, angry at myself, angry at the events unfolding right before my eyes.
All he could do was look at me. After all this time I still couldn't read him. His eyes were emotionless-blank. And at that moment, I knew this was just a waste of my energy.
My screams halted and were quickly replaced with my laughter. Mascara ran down my face as I paced the living room collecting my things.
"I'm fucking leaving. You're a coward and nothing you could possibly do will change my fucking mind. Fuck you." I spat with venom.
In the midst of this he still just looked at me. All he could do was fucking look. No words, nothing. Just that stupid blank stare with those stupid green eyes.
I took one final look at him, noticing the fresh cut on his cheek that I created in my fit of throwing picture frames. He was unfazed by it all. But that was nothing new.
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This story is BWWM/ Interracial! The main character is also Plus Size so if that bothers you feel free to exit now !
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