Twisted
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“Victory!” CC yelled, lying on top of me, holding my wrists together above my head. I sighed, a smile peaking at the corners of my lips. We had been wrestling for the past ten minutes; he wanted to prove that he was stronger than a goalkeeper. I pinned him three times before this… He stated it as though he clearly was distracted by my beauty. I call that as a piece of bull shit.
He opened another can of Monster and took a swig out of it, connecting his sparkling eyes with my glowing grey ones. “Dude, chill out. That’s your fifth one within the last twenty minutes.” I stated, receiving an eye roll from his glowing hazel eyes.
“You’re just jealous!” He yelled, his voice echoing throughout the house, “Wanna sip?” He offered the can to me, energy practically over taking his body.
“Yes, but I don’t have my arms...” I reminded him.
“Oh, is that a problem?” He joked, “Open.” I shook my head, pressing my lips together. CC laughed at my unwillingness and bent down so his lips were resting on my neck. “Don’t make me open them for you.”He said lowly, a hint of seductiveness in his tone. I turned my head away from him, blonde hair falling over my eyes. I bit my bottom lip, pretending to ignore him. I heard CC huff, his body weight leaving my body as he released my wrists. I sat up, looking over at him pouting on the couch. He had his arms wrapped around his can of Monster, gnawing on his bottom lip. Oh my god. I thought, he knew exactly what turned me on and knew how to use it against me. He glanced back at me with puppy dog eyes, lips turned down. I fought the urge to walk over and wrap my arms around him, but I couldn’t stand that face. All I wanted to do was kiss away the frown on his face, and make the sparkle return to his eyes. No. I commanded myself. Stay strong; prove who has the will and the fight. I stared into his eyes, raising an eyebrow and he gave me a hopeful look. I felt myself giving into him, my gaze became soft as I looked into his gleaming eyes; my expression softened as I got to my feet walking over to stand in front of him. My hand caressed his cheek and I kissed his nose gently. My free hand went down to his chest, locking gazes with him. Just then my hand ripped the Monster can out of his embrace and ran up to my room, a trail of laughter leaving with me.
I flung my door open, jumping onto my bed which was tucked into a corner of the room. I took a huge gulp from the can, leaning into the assortment of pillows and blankets that covered my bed. I continued to drink from the can until CC ran into my room, wriggling it out of my grasp.
“Hey!” He complained as he shook the empty Monster. “That was mine, you meanie!” I jumped onto the bed, trapping me against the wall. He touched his forehead to mine, making me look into his eyes. “You’re going to pay for drinking my Monster, missy.” He whispered into my ear, discarding the can onto the floor.
“Mmm, like what?” I replied, feeling him intertwine our fingers. He pushed my body up against the wall with his, kissing my forehead. He started to play with my fingers absentmindedly, leaving a trail of kisses on my face. He kissed his way down to my jaw line, taking his time to plant each kiss. I bit my lip, anticipation creep up on me. After a few more moments, I brought his face up to mine, studying his eyes. He joined our lips together, his lips eager and full of passion. I gladly returned it, knotting my hands in his dark black locks. He pulled me into his lap, gently outlining the shape of my lips with his tongue. He bit my bottom lip, tugging at it slightly as butterflies erupted in my stomach. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, the both of us fighting for dominance in the kiss. Our tongues fought madly, but in the end, CC won. I became suddenly aware of his hands, slowly trailing up my body; I pulled out of the kiss quickly as I lost my connection to control my brain.
CC looked startled by my abrupt retreat, giving me a questioning look. “What? What’s wrong?”
I shook my head, taking a deep breath as I buried my hands into my scalp. “I-I… Need to take a shower.” I stalled, feeling the darkness creep back up on me. He gave me another questioning look before releasing me from his grasp. He planted a quick kiss on my temple, nodding his head.
“Okay, I’ll be here when you get out.” I forced a smile, leaving his lap and advanced toward the bathroom that was connected to my room. I closed the door once I was inside, turning on the water. Did you miss me, Annah? No, please, no. I felt my body walk over to the sink, opening a drawer, quickly taking a metallic object into my grasp. You can’t escape me, sugar. I’m always going to be here, I’m always going to be stuck in this worthless, idiotic brain of yours. It whispered to me, taking over my body bit by bit as my medicine wore off.
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I stripped off my clothes, and stepped into the shower, warm beads of water eating at my skin. I sunk to my knees, laying my head back on the shower wall. My arm and thighs ached. A symphony of screams came from the torn, ragged skin that the blade had caused to my body. My wet hair stuck to my face, agony spreading over my body. I looked down at the cherry red water that swarmed around the drain of the shower. I clutched my stomach as my nails dug at the faded scars that lay on the destroyed canvas of skin. I hoped to draw blood from marks; I felt so helpless, so used, so unloved, so-so… I trailed off, as my eyes came across a word that was forever etched into my body. Worthless, the voice finished off for me. “Worthless,” I whispered aloud.
He opened another can of Monster and took a swig out of it, connecting his sparkling eyes with my glowing grey ones. “Dude, chill out. That’s your fifth one within the last twenty minutes.” I stated, receiving an eye roll from his glowing hazel eyes.
“You’re just jealous!” He yelled, his voice echoing throughout the house, “Wanna sip?” He offered the can to me, energy practically over taking his body.
“Yes, but I don’t have my arms...” I reminded him.
“Oh, is that a problem?” He joked, “Open.” I shook my head, pressing my lips together. CC laughed at my unwillingness and bent down so his lips were resting on my neck. “Don’t make me open them for you.”He said lowly, a hint of seductiveness in his tone. I turned my head away from him, blonde hair falling over my eyes. I bit my bottom lip, pretending to ignore him. I heard CC huff, his body weight leaving my body as he released my wrists. I sat up, looking over at him pouting on the couch. He had his arms wrapped around his can of Monster, gnawing on his bottom lip. Oh my god. I thought, he knew exactly what turned me on and knew how to use it against me. He glanced back at me with puppy dog eyes, lips turned down. I fought the urge to walk over and wrap my arms around him, but I couldn’t stand that face. All I wanted to do was kiss away the frown on his face, and make the sparkle return to his eyes. No. I commanded myself. Stay strong; prove who has the will and the fight. I stared into his eyes, raising an eyebrow and he gave me a hopeful look. I felt myself giving into him, my gaze became soft as I looked into his gleaming eyes; my expression softened as I got to my feet walking over to stand in front of him. My hand caressed his cheek and I kissed his nose gently. My free hand went down to his chest, locking gazes with him. Just then my hand ripped the Monster can out of his embrace and ran up to my room, a trail of laughter leaving with me.
I flung my door open, jumping onto my bed which was tucked into a corner of the room. I took a huge gulp from the can, leaning into the assortment of pillows and blankets that covered my bed. I continued to drink from the can until CC ran into my room, wriggling it out of my grasp.
“Hey!” He complained as he shook the empty Monster. “That was mine, you meanie!” I jumped onto the bed, trapping me against the wall. He touched his forehead to mine, making me look into his eyes. “You’re going to pay for drinking my Monster, missy.” He whispered into my ear, discarding the can onto the floor.
“Mmm, like what?” I replied, feeling him intertwine our fingers. He pushed my body up against the wall with his, kissing my forehead. He started to play with my fingers absentmindedly, leaving a trail of kisses on my face. He kissed his way down to my jaw line, taking his time to plant each kiss. I bit my lip, anticipation creep up on me. After a few more moments, I brought his face up to mine, studying his eyes. He joined our lips together, his lips eager and full of passion. I gladly returned it, knotting my hands in his dark black locks. He pulled me into his lap, gently outlining the shape of my lips with his tongue. He bit my bottom lip, tugging at it slightly as butterflies erupted in my stomach. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, the both of us fighting for dominance in the kiss. Our tongues fought madly, but in the end, CC won. I became suddenly aware of his hands, slowly trailing up my body; I pulled out of the kiss quickly as I lost my connection to control my brain.
CC looked startled by my abrupt retreat, giving me a questioning look. “What? What’s wrong?”
I shook my head, taking a deep breath as I buried my hands into my scalp. “I-I… Need to take a shower.” I stalled, feeling the darkness creep back up on me. He gave me another questioning look before releasing me from his grasp. He planted a quick kiss on my temple, nodding his head.
“Okay, I’ll be here when you get out.” I forced a smile, leaving his lap and advanced toward the bathroom that was connected to my room. I closed the door once I was inside, turning on the water. Did you miss me, Annah? No, please, no. I felt my body walk over to the sink, opening a drawer, quickly taking a metallic object into my grasp. You can’t escape me, sugar. I’m always going to be here, I’m always going to be stuck in this worthless, idiotic brain of yours. It whispered to me, taking over my body bit by bit as my medicine wore off.
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I stripped off my clothes, and stepped into the shower, warm beads of water eating at my skin. I sunk to my knees, laying my head back on the shower wall. My arm and thighs ached. A symphony of screams came from the torn, ragged skin that the blade had caused to my body. My wet hair stuck to my face, agony spreading over my body. I looked down at the cherry red water that swarmed around the drain of the shower. I clutched my stomach as my nails dug at the faded scars that lay on the destroyed canvas of skin. I hoped to draw blood from marks; I felt so helpless, so used, so unloved, so-so… I trailed off, as my eyes came across a word that was forever etched into my body. Worthless, the voice finished off for me. “Worthless,” I whispered aloud.
He Slapped her?!?
5/24/15