Why...?

Why...?

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My name is Juan Pablo Diego José Francisco de Paula Nepomuceno de los Remedios Cipriano de la Santísima Trinidad Martyr Patricio Clito Ruíz Picasso. I know quite a mouthful. George thought it was beautiful and identified me as a human being. George loved me...or so I thought. When I came to England I was scared and afraid. I had come into the country in the engines of a ferry and somehow the immigration found out and were after me. I ran and I ran and I ran weaving through in and out of streets when I bumped into George. As soon as he looked seductively into my eyes I knew he was the one. I stumbled over my words as I was awestruck by his beauty but he didn't seem to care. I should have stopped there. I wanted to keep running but I was attracted to him like lesbians to a fish market. When I finally was able to force the words "help me" out of my mouth he roughly grabbed me and stuffed me inside his boot. I didn't care where I was going just as long as I was with him and only him. I thought of it as an unplanned adventure only it turned out to be an adventure I never wished I endeavoured on. Hours trickled by like minutes as I was excited for what was next in my crazy life. He pulled me out and I think he sad we were in a place called Norwich. He grabbed me close to him and I held onto him. As we walked down the road people with webbed feet walked past us congratulating us for some reason and saying I hope you guys are happy. I just smiled and nodded...smile and nodded. I don't think I'll be able to smile properly again.
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This book is rated R. Please proceed with caution. This is the more raunchy version of the book. *** We stand in silence, as I sip my water, and he watches me do it. Finally, he breaks the silence. "I'm sorry if I... offended you by sleeping in your bed last night. This morning. Whatever." "It's fine. You didn't do anything." He nods, his eyes far away, as if thinking of how to word his views. "I didn't do anything... but I wanted to. I wanted to so badly." I nearly choke on my water. I don't know what's worse; his confession, or how nonchalantly he says it, as if he's reading the weather. "Come again?" I say, thinking that I must have heard him wrong. He shrugs. "I want to f*ck you." Again, he is as nonchalant as ever. I just stare stupidly, my mouth agape. He closes my mouth, grinning at me, wicked intentions in his eyes. Not so nonchalant anymore, I see. "Um, I-I...I don't..." I stop talking, realising what a total idiot I sound like, while his grin broadens. In that second, I am grateful for my dark skin, as he can't see me blushing. "Tongue-tied?" My cheeks get hotter. "Shut the f*ck up." He actually laughs. "Don't worry, honey," he says, his hot breath brushing against my face, shocking me. When did he get this close? "One day," he whispers, now in my ear,"I will f*ck you." I realise that my eyes are closed and I open them. He's gone. I stand there frozen, in total shock. What the actual f*ck just happened? *** When all you know is disappointment, you become your own best friend. You isolate yourself from everyone else. You need no one; love is a weakness. That's the case with me. Then, Prince Charming rides in and changes everything. Except, he isn't a prince. He is light, but he holds darkness; he is joy, but he knows pain; he is beauty, but within him is imperfection and ugliness. He is just like me, but he is nothing like me.

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