Day Dreamer

Day Dreamer

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Here I am, standing at the edge of life and death and I'm too scared to fall either way. I stand on the edge of the roof, with my toes hanging off the edge and watch the traffic speed by. They're all completely unaware to what I'm about to do. One step and it all will end. One step to end the pain. One step and I will be gone. Dead. But there's one thing holding me back.. "Dominick." I whisper so quietly I could barely hear it. Just hearing his name makes me catch my breath. I shut my eyes lightly and think of all the memories I have with him. The time we danced in the rain The time he taught me how to skateboard. The first time we got drunk. The time he taught me how to play pool. The time we went swimming and we feel into the pool. He's the thing holding me back, but he's also the thing pushing me over the edge. I feel my heart skip a beat at the thought of him and I break down into hysterical tears as I fall to my knees on the edge of the roof. Everything about him makes my heart ache, and I cant have it. The wind blows through my hair as I storm starts to roll into the city. I'm crying so hard I don't notice a few people looking up at me. I pull out a bottle of pills from the pocket of my jacket and start unscrewing the lid with shaker fingers. By now the people are pointing as I swallow one pill with a swig of vodka, I squeeze my eyes shut as I feel a burn stream down my throat. I pour the rest of the pills into my hand and throw them far into the city, I drink the last of the vodka and walk away from the ledge. "I'm in a battle with myself, and right now I'm losing." I say quietly to myself as the cold rain hits my face.
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[COMPLETED] "You were mine the second you stepped foot in my club. He growled into my ear making my whole body burn with need. "Knees. Now." My knees threatened to bend and fall to the ground, but I have to stand my ground, I can't back out now. He promised punishment and I wanted to see just how much he was willing to let me take. "I don't belong to anyone but myself." I snapped back, surprised that it came out of my mouth. "You have one more chance. Knees." His eyes were no longer it's regular light color but now almost completely black and full of lust as I stood still, not moving an inch. "Wrong move baby," he chuckled, "if you want to act like a brat then you'll be treated like one too." He wraps a hand around my throat pulling me closer and whispers in my ear,- "I'm going to have your sweet voice begging and begging for me and when I finally let you have it, you'll have it over and over again to the point you'll be begging for me to stop." I gulped and then nodded, this was going to be a long night. "Words my love." He chuckled at the sight of me trembling with his hand around my throat, tightening it. "Y-yes sir." Was all I managed to splurr out. What was once a strong independent woman who stood her ground, was a girl who was wanting and begging to be punished. "I want you naked, kneeling and waiting for me in your bedroom, I have some work to take care of. I'll be there after." Then without another word, he walked away. ------

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