Broken Doll (Love Makes The Difference)

Broken Doll (Love Makes The Difference)

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[Being an orphan and working as a maid wasn't something one dreamt about. As if deprivation wasn't enough, Bismika had to suffer bullying at school. When a certain blue-eyed boy showed interest in her, she misunderstood him as her knight in shining armor. A little did she realize that, she was pulled toward a burning pyre.] .......... "I-I wanted to t-tell-" I was cut short with a loud thud of the tray. "Here is your order, Sir,"- the waitress seductively placed the frappe. "Thanks,"- he gave an alluring smile. This was the first time I saw him smiling today. "Have you decided on the order yet, Ms. Indecisive?"- the waitress's boring tone rang through my ears. I was stunned at her rudeness. I looked at the pair of blue orbs sitting in front of me. He looked unbothered! The mistreatment of the waitress towards me was all normal to him! Well! A loser like me never deserved a charmer like him. It was time to burst my dream bubble. "I won't take anything," somehow I managed to speak. "You can excuse yourself." The waitress left not before giving me a disgusting look and another lustful glance toward him. I was done. "Sorry to waste your time. But, don't worry. I won't waste more. Thanks for coming,"- I didn't wait for his response. Leaving the café, I let my tears fall. He just used me for his pleasure! I felt broken. Suddenly 2 strong hands grabbed my arms and the next moment I was shoved to an empty alley. I stared at those ocean blue eyes, hard to read as always. "A simple 'sorry' isn't good enough for wasting my time. I deserve compensation." And before I could respond, his lips were on mine and started devouring me like a beast.
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He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself. ---------- "Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face. "No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath. "Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly. "Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face. "How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes. "I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle. "You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks. "Well, I know you will keep me safe." "Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me. "You haven't hurt me." "Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.

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