My Deepest Fear

My Deepest Fear

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The tall figure stood above me knowing that I was weak. He wanted that. He loved that. Snickering, he kicks me where a stomach should be placed and yells pitifully; swearing about every word he can think of. "Get the hell out! Nobody wants you here!" He shouted loudly, barely keeping the words that slithered out his mouth correct. "Get out now!" He hoarsely screamed, taking another sip of the alcohol he kept consuming to lead him right onto his death bed. He knelt down in front of my face as I lay numb on the floor; barely conscious. I can see his dreadful face as he smiles sinisterly at me and I can smell his intoxicated breath. Tears raced down the dead skin that permanently stuck on my weakened bones. I tried to cry my heart out for him to not hurt me; yet I had no heart to cry with, I didn't have a voice to show my despair of pain that had set within me for years, and I knew that he would harm me more than he's ever dreamt of. Before he even hit me I counted how many seconds I had left to say good bye to the life that I desperately wanted to leave behind. To the life that I always counted bringing me closer to my last days. And then it happened..I died..but was also brung back to life. *Editing under construction*
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A/N: People seem to think that this is a werewolf story and adding it to their werewolf reading list, it's not, it does have some werewolves in it but they aren't the main characters or species. ~ He looks at me with his mismatched eyes, they're cold and angry, not much of a surprise there. He is leaning against his table, his arms crossed as well as his legs, yeah he is angry alright. "You've been avoiding me" He glares at me, well great he figured me out. I shrug and don't say anything. He growls "What the fuck did I say about using your goddamn words Noah?" I smile sarcastically...and I shrug. His face contorts, uh oh he's going beastie, he pushes off his desk and stalks his way over to me and pushes me against the wall with one of his giant hands on my throat. "You best not forget who the fuck I am you little shit, just because we're mates doesn't mean I'm gonna let you disrespect me like that" He presses down on my jugular and lifts up me giving me no choice but to wrap my legs around him so he doesn't completely take me away from air. "I've known you your whole life babygirl, I know your weakness" He whispers in my ear, he moves my head to the side and finds his mark, he kisses it. Motherfucker.

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