Quiet Mouse [Bryson Tiller]

Quiet Mouse [Bryson Tiller]

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"This what happens when I think 'bout you, I get in my feelings, yeah. I start reminiscing, yeah. Next time around, fuck, I want it to be different...yeah. Waiting on a sign, guess it's time for a different prayer. Lord please save her for me, Do this one favor for me..." I quickly tore the page out and shoved the tattered notebook into my backpack. The bell rang a couple more times as the classroom started to empty itself. As I turned around to get my jacket off of the back of my chair, I couldn't help but to steal a glance at Kerri, who fumbled with the zipper of her black Nike jacket. She looked up and noticed my staring. She gave a small smile and continued to tug and pull at the zipper before finally getting it up. I grabbed my jacket and backpack, and filed out of the room with everyone else. -:::- I have a feeling she'll know who I am one day.
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She was the undesired outcast, who stood out, yet simultaneously blended effortlessly into the background. I could see the panic in her glassy brown eyes as she prayed her way through the crowded hallways. She'd tightly clutch that cross around her neck, full lips whispering, asking her God to spare her from their scornful glares, hateful comments, and the occasional rough-up. Silly girl. Did she not know that he was not listening and he would never save her? Like Jesus, she was the sacrificial lamb. The anxiety-riddled girl would burst through the doors of the school's library with her chest heaving, heart racing, and sweat dripping from her temples. I'd watch her from the shadows as she stored her items behind the check-out counter, preparing for her free period she spent assisting the school librarian. I clenched my teeth, watching her wheel a cart of books throughout the aisles as she cheerfully hummed her Sunday hymnals. She wore a green and blue pinafore dress that fell mid-calf on her shapely body. She attempted to hide that body from me with oversized clothes, but you could never outfox a fox. They spoke pure blasphemy when they labeled her undesirable because I desired Jezebel Holmes in the worst way. Those opaque white stockings our classmates teased her for wearing did nothing but spur countless hours of fantasies. I'd dream about ripping her tights apart, right at her center, revealing her virginal cotton white panties covering her untouched paradise. I'd yank them to the side and taste her fear in her cum. Her stockings would find themselves strangling her neck while I fucked a believer out of her. I would be the one she'd pray to absolve her of her sins. I would be the one she would seek protection from. I would be her guiding light. I would be her God. #1 in Dark Romance #1 in Tainted Love #1 in Preacher's Daughter 1st Place in General Category - Hearts Award

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