SMOKE
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"What the hell happened to you?" I screamed, anger flowing through my veins as I tried to come up with a reason why he was acting so cruel. "You are so caught up with judging other people without ever stepping back and taking a look at yourself. I'm sick of taking your insults! I'm sick of letting you treat me like a punching bag." "Then leave me alone!" He shouted back. He stormed up to me, only leaving an inch between our two bodies. His dark, emotionless eyes burned into my soul. "I can't! I can't leave you alone! I wish I could but I can't." In a rush, he threw me up against the wall and trapped me with both of his muscular arms. He leaned his face down toward me. I could hear his heavy pants as he stared right into my soul. "Do you really want to know?" He breathed, venom laced within his velvety voice. "Do you really want to know why I'm like this? Because I don't think you're ready for it." "Never underestimate me." I challenged. His eyes turned even darker, anger lacing through them. "I tried to kill myself. I was selfish. I had dozens of pills in my hand and I was fully prepared to swallow them." And that's the moment I realized that I've been wrong all along. I thought the Fates wanted me to be his therapist; to console him and to tell him everything's going to okay even when I knew that it wasn't. I thought they wanted me to listen to him without putting in my piece of mind. But that wasn't what the Fates wanted me to do at all. They didn't want me to help him by being his personal therapist. They wanted me to help him LIVE. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::: All rights reserved :) Not your typical love story !!
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He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself. ---------- "Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face. "No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath. "Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly. "Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face. "How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes. "I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle. "You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks. "Well, I know you will keep me safe." "Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me. "You haven't hurt me." "Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.

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