Wanted
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MatureOngoing5m
Last published Sat, Apr 9, 2016
"S-so? You w-won't like me anyway, y-you'll just waste your b-breath." Damn my stuttering. I couldn't show him my fear, I learned not to show people my feelings because of my dad. He would hit me for having feelings at all.
He looked down at the arm with bracelets and decided to go for the opposite arm. He couldn't have known that easily. My scars are hidden pretty well. Plus they were old ones and we're fading pretty nicely. How would he have known, if he does.
He gently took the opposite wrist in his hand and I reluctantly took it back. I wasn't comfortable with our proximity. I don't even know him.
"It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you." He said reaching for my wrist again. This time I let him take it
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Please read even though it's not completed, I would really appreciate some feedback so I know whether or not to continue this.
Thanks guys, A
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