Ok so here's chapter two. Just a warning this chapter contains some violence. Nothing too graphic, but just warning wewe ahead of time.
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Some people say love's like a bullet to the brain. The further in upendo wewe fall the zaidi deattached wewe become from the things that once meant so much to you. upendo sometimes makes wewe do crazy things. Some people just go to any length for love. Some people go too far...
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"Thanks for being there for me last night." Josh alisema walking into the kitchen.
"Here." I offered him a plate of breakfast.
"No thanks. I'm not really that hungry." He declined.
"Josh please just eat something. It'll make wewe feel better."
"I alisema no thanks!" He snapped.
I looked away to hide the tears forming in my eyes. It felt like he'd slapped his words came out so harsh.
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A few days later. After the funeral.
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"Josh?" I called. I walked in and shut the door behind me. "Are wewe home?"
"Where have wewe been?" His angry voice alisema behind me.
I turned around and smiled apologetically. "Sorry that I'm late for our date, but imba lessons went a little longer than expected."
He stepped closer. "Singing lessons? Is imba zaidi important to wewe than me?" He asked.
"What? No, of course not!"
He stepped closer. "Because that's what it feels like to me."
"Josh stop! Please you're starting to scare me!"
"Am I now?"
I moved to take a step back, but his hands reached out and grabbed onto my wrists before I could take a step. The grasp he had on my wrists was tight and painful.
"Oww Josh stop! You're hurting me!" I screamed.
A cold laugh came from him. I pulled as hard as I could trying to get out from his death tight grasp.
"Fine. If you're so eager to leave me, well then who the hell am I to stop you!"
He let go off my wrists.
I stumbled back unbalanced. I feel down onto the floor, slamming my head back against the tile.
My hand relexivly flew to the back of my head, but as I held onto my head, a warm liquid touched my hand.
"Blood?" I alisema mystified looking at the red liquid on my hand. Everything blured, and soon the room turned to black.
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Some people say love's like a bullet to the brain. The further in upendo wewe fall the zaidi deattached wewe become from the things that once meant so much to you. upendo sometimes makes wewe do crazy things. Some people just go to any length for love. Some people go too far...
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"Thanks for being there for me last night." Josh alisema walking into the kitchen.
"Here." I offered him a plate of breakfast.
"No thanks. I'm not really that hungry." He declined.
"Josh please just eat something. It'll make wewe feel better."
"I alisema no thanks!" He snapped.
I looked away to hide the tears forming in my eyes. It felt like he'd slapped his words came out so harsh.
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A few days later. After the funeral.
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"Josh?" I called. I walked in and shut the door behind me. "Are wewe home?"
"Where have wewe been?" His angry voice alisema behind me.
I turned around and smiled apologetically. "Sorry that I'm late for our date, but imba lessons went a little longer than expected."
He stepped closer. "Singing lessons? Is imba zaidi important to wewe than me?" He asked.
"What? No, of course not!"
He stepped closer. "Because that's what it feels like to me."
"Josh stop! Please you're starting to scare me!"
"Am I now?"
I moved to take a step back, but his hands reached out and grabbed onto my wrists before I could take a step. The grasp he had on my wrists was tight and painful.
"Oww Josh stop! You're hurting me!" I screamed.
A cold laugh came from him. I pulled as hard as I could trying to get out from his death tight grasp.
"Fine. If you're so eager to leave me, well then who the hell am I to stop you!"
He let go off my wrists.
I stumbled back unbalanced. I feel down onto the floor, slamming my head back against the tile.
My hand relexivly flew to the back of my head, but as I held onto my head, a warm liquid touched my hand.
"Blood?" I alisema mystified looking at the red liquid on my hand. Everything blured, and soon the room turned to black.
