Shy & Psycho

Shy & Psycho

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"Let me go, motherfucker! Last time I check your sorry ass couldn't touch a man's arm." His word kept pouring out like rats that got frightened and running to protection. Mrs. Brady looked at him, her eyes widen with shock and hurt. I stood there next to him and gave simple signs to leave him alone, Josh couldn't deal with her, I bet if I wasn't there he'd stab her in the stomach where the mistake of hers' lies. I pulled back on his shirt as he steps closer, her arm pulled back. "Josh Tanks, please calm down." I pulled him back to meet his eyes. Anger flashed before his eyes. "I said call me Josh, not my full name." He gripped my shirt and pulled me closer to him. I felt a shock run down my stomach, it felt good. He smirk, an evil smirk. I could feel myself blush as his hand dug in my hair, I felt his grip tighten. I looked at Mrs. Brady, he sighed and let me go. "Bitch, you better get lost before I rip those eyes out!" He screamed at her. I pushed and ran away from him then went into the bathroom, I closed the stall and punched the wall. I don't want to admit it, but he made me wet. His tight white shirt, his lean, muscular body under it. His pale brown hair with blonde tips, and don't even get started on his eyes, filled with craziness and his voice was within the darkness of hate. I like him.
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A few snippets so far: I felt naked in front of him. He's stripped me bare, pulled back my flesh, cracked open my rib cage to literally have my heart in his hands. He has the power to finish me off with one forceful squeeze or help hold all the pieces together while I work on mending and healing it. **** I take this time to breathe in the stale peacefulness of the room and wait for my body to properly wake up to get started with another day. My thoughts are soon abruptly stopped when I hear heavy breathing next to me, then I can feel the rise and fall of someone's chest and the heaviness of something wrapped around my torso. The imaginary glue in my eyes disappears as they open in a flash. To my utter disbelief and confusion, I find Harry sleeping...in my bed...with me. What, when how...what in the world is happening?! My internal panic worsens when I realize if he's here he saw the broken glass and blood in the room. FUCKING HELL! "Don't freak out, don't freak out," I talk out loud to myself but it's not fucking working. **** Last fucking chance to tell me I'm wrong and you're not hoeing around then sleep in my bed!" I say as harshly as I can. She doesn't say anything, doesn't even bat an eye at what I said. I pick up her phone on my nightstand and throw it at the closed door and watch her body tense up in anger. Her fists are white from how tightly she is clamping her fingers in her palm and her jaw is clenched. "You said it yourself, we're just friends. Friends don't act jealous like this," she quietly speaks. "I am not jealous; I couldn't give a fuck less. Have nothing to be jealous of." She takes a step back like I hit her, I can see her shattering right in front of me. "You know your way out. Get the fuck out of my apartment now," she walks over to grab her phone that bounced off the wall and walks out, she stops before she closes the door all the way.

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