Sewn {QuickEmmett}

Sewn {QuickEmmett}

  • WpView
    Reads 45
  • WpVote
    Votes 0
  • WpPart
    Parts 3
WpMetadataReadOngoing29m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Jul 18, 2015
I grabbed the scissors, whirling backwards as I heard the front door close. I had to do it. I had to get out. "Em?" He cooed, obviously thinking I was making dinner like a good little toy, ready to give in. That wasn't the case. My fingers shook as I gazed down at the intertwined blades, tears creeping into my eyes as I tried to breathe steadily. The boy I'd sheltered and fallen for so long ago was not the same. W-What I was doing... Would be alright. As his footsteps made their way into the kitchen, I began to cry, holding the scissors to my chest. All my fault.
All Rights Reserved
#54
mick
WpChevronRight
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Bed of Nails
  • Taking Back Pathos
  • A DYSPRAXIA LOVE STORY
  • The Neighbor (COMPLETED)
  • Before It Struck Midnight. *COMPLETE*
  • My Abductor, My Submissive 16+
  • Broken Connection✔️
  • Caged By Him
  • IN LOVE.....WITH THE DEVIL HIMSELF.  [Completed✔️]
  • Tainted Fruit (Wattpadprize14)

"Get out," I said in a firm voice, but it shook a bit at the end. The muscles in his jaw tensed when I said that. Instead of getting out, he closed the door and started taking calculative predatory steps toward me. His eyes moved all over my length. My heart started to drum fast. It made me take a step back until my back was flat against the wall. "I said get out," I repeated, trying to sound firm when he was only a step away from me. He stood in front of me with his hands in his pants pocket. "Last time I checked, I still own this place," he said arrogantly in his deep voice, which made me want to sink into the wall. He stood in front of me. "But it's my workplace," I breathed out when he cut an inch of distance between us. His body was not touching me, but my body still twitched as if his calloused hands were moving all over me. I lowered my eyes and took a deep breath to calm myself, but my heartbeat raised when I heard steps coming towards us. "Someone is coming. Go from here," I found myself pleading. The steps became louder as if the person were just a few steps away from opening the door. I don't want rumours to be spread here. An evil smile formed on the corner of his lips looking at the distress on my face. "I'm not afraid to be seen with my wife," he said in his deep, low voice, sending shivers down my spine. My eyes snapped towards him in anger. I know he was doing this on purpose because no one here knows we are married. Why is he breaking the deal?

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines