The awaiting suprise

The awaiting suprise

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Jul 15, 2015
It was a Thursday night and Justin arrived home, As he opened his front door, He heard a weird unfamiliar sound coming from inside. Justin enters the house and immediately searches it for any impostors, He doesn't witness anything unoriginal so he carries on with his afternoon routine. He leaves the bathroom after taking a shower and walks into his bedroom where he would lay in bed and speak to his friends online. He decided to go on Facebook and speak to his girlfriend and speak about different holidays. An hour goes by and Justin drifts of to sleep, He wakes up at 1 am to a crashing noise in the kitchen, he was in shock so he went back to sleep. Justin tries his best to be as little bold as possible, But unfortunately it was not good enough, The stranger says "Hey I know you're awake dumbass ! get up !" Justin in fear slowly sits up, He got a sight on the stranger's face, It looked as if it was damaged or sliced since he had a massive gash on it. He had no weapons and seemed to be safe and not psychotic, But he was being a little offensive. Justin passes out and wakes up at 2 pm in the afternoon, he felt very nauseous he enters his bathroom and vomited he later found out that he was knocked out by the stranger leaving a bruise on his forehead. Justin hears a knocking at his door so he stealthy sneaked up to the peeking hole, He sees his girlfriend so he opens the door and lets her in, So they had a long conversation about her family since something was going on in her family. She leaves in an hour and Justin then makes some dinner until he heard a scratching at his window and a weird weeping...
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Hate War

His cold eyes moved from my face to all over my white lace dress with a clenched jaw. I felt weak in my knees but I was successful in keeping my brave face. "Nina is that you? You are looking so beautiful" he said while looking at me. I blushed I was still feeling burning holes in my back I gulp down nervously. "Have some drink?" he said while taking a glass from the waiter. "No she is leaving," said the harsh voice next thing I know champagne was all over my dress staining it and making me gasp. Before I could react he gripped my hand & dragged me near the pool area where no one could see us. I snatched my hand away from his tight grip "Why the hell you ruined my dress" I half yelled. "What the fuck you are doing at my party looking like a slut" he yelled angrily while pinning me to the wall. Listening to his words my blood boiled. "Let me guess you came here to ruin my mood by showing your ugly face," he said with an angry smirk letting me know his hate. "Stop giving yourself so much importance. I'm here for your mom. My face may be ugly but ugly souls like you are not even worthy of my life's single second" I said angrily and pushed him away from me but he didn't let me go away. "I can hide my ugly soul beside this face but ugly ducklings like you carry their ugliness which can't even be hidden by beautiful dresses because they stain everything around them with their ugliness" his words were hurting my soul. I won't give him the privilege to see my tears. With all my power I pushed him making him stumble and fall into the pool. "Happy birthday," saying that I tried to walk away with a victory smirk but he didn't let me go. Things he did to me after that still send a shiver down my spine. One thing was clear that day I would never want to see his face again in this life. But I don't know why the hell I am standing in front of him in church wearing a wedding gown. Looking at his victory angry smirk plastered to his face with my glassy eyes.

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