The Butterfly Effect

The Butterfly Effect

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"Dani..." The whispers haunted her. Fallen footfalls sounded like forgotten words. The pounding of her heart was so strong it deafened her. She no longer heard anything; the blackness of the world seemed to wrap itself around her, closing into her panting mouth--the dark was a pair of hands covering her ears. She ran, she needed to escape. She didn't want the dark. She despised the night. Her legs flew her away, away, away... Right to the flashing light, a braking screech, and a looming shadow of the man that ran her over. βƒβš˜βƒ "You know I adore you, Roman..." Her soft voice were sharp nails digging into his heart, clawing out the very beating, bloody thing that kept him alive. He loathed her so much that the thin line between love and hate blurred into oblivion. His foot pressed the gas pedal just a bit harder, nudging the car to speed down the road. Faster and faster, until a woman darted in front faster than he could stop. Her body fluttered to the ground like it was weightless. He rushed to the unconscious figure lying on the pavement. He couldn't breathe. She was like a butterfly; fragile, beautiful, and enchanting--flying away if your eyes stayed a moment too long. Too bad he didn't know she alone would cause storms that would thunder his world.
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Melissa

Melissa: She has a story in her eyes. "You. Are. Mine." He said, emphasising each word so that they carve in my brain. "No. Stop it." A tear stained my cheeks. His teeth grazed my neck, leaving angry marks. A soft whimper escaped my mouth. "I won't let you leave me. Do you hear me?" He whispered menacingly in my ears. His mouth captured my ear lobe and sucked it. The sensation was both painful and pleasurable. "I don't love you." I uttered those painful words which weren't true. "You are hurting me." I tried to push him but he was too strong. He laughed. His laughter hurt my ears. "I'm gonna fućk your brains out. You'll forget those words. Don't hurt me, Melissa. Or i'll hurt you worse." He threatened me. I let the tears fall. I have to be strong but how can i be strong when i have to fight against my strength? "I don't love you. Let me go!" He left me. Forever. (PG-16) ----------------- *Graphics designed by Author.* Read to find out! Loren

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