Forever a Lie

Forever a Lie

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I still remember his scent that he would leave behind in my clothes. I still remember his hazel eyes that looked deep into my soul. I still remember the words he had said to me "you're my forever and always." But then I snapped into reality. Reality was that I had thought we were true to each other. I thought and thought about all the memories that were sealed into my brain. But no matter what I did those times wouldn't come back. There were gone and so was he. Nothing more I could do that would make him change. Nothing more to heal my shattered heart. Nothing more to actually convince me even more that "forever" really is a lie. Nothing more to make me feel better except for one thing, which was to beat him at his own game which is something I promised myself that I will accomplish even it means I'd to have die.
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"You trust me, don't you?" he says with a smile, that smile. It had fooled everyone, even me at some point, and for the first time I want to scream with rage and shake the earth to the core. "Give me a hug," he says pulling me out of the chair that feels like a rock underneath me. I am as stiff as a board as his hands circle me, making me feel worse than dirt. His hands reach between my thighs and I want to plunge a knife deep through his chest. The only thing stopping me is, the knife is no where near. I pull back and I don't try to hide the anger in my eyes. I want him to see it. To know that I am coming for him. Rape is chanted repeatedly in my mind, reminding of the lies I just told and the false accusations I am throwing on innocent people. He's probably figured it out anyways, surely a Priest as high as he cannot be deceived. But none of that matters anymore because...... This is just the Beginning.

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