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I still remember that exact line he said when I first time I met those perfect chocolate brown eyes. I spun around, completely ready to slap whoever was behind me.
But then I saw his smile. It was curved upward in a cocky smirk, his eyes dancing with laughter.
I spun quickly back to face the small coffee-shop counter and waited for my turn in line without saying a word to the immature boy. How was I supposed to respond to that?
“Hey. Don’t turn away from me.”
I stepped up to the counter without so much as a glance to the boy and ordered a peppermint mocha, my absolute favorite. I threw a ten on the counter, not bothering to ask for my change. The coffee-shop was continually struggling and a couple bucks wasn’t going to hurt me any. I held my coffee cup in my mittenned-hand and shrugged my shoulders so my cranberry colored scarf covered my ears. I reached out my other hand to the push open the door to the snow-covered sidewalk.
I gasped as the cold air hit my face, my pea coat blowing open, my breath a white ghost escaping from my mouth silently.
I started down the busy street, bustling shoppers coming to and from little shops with bags of gifts weighing down their arms. The atmosphere was loud, which is why I didn’t think the yelling was for me. That was until he grabbed my arm.
“Peppermint Mocha!” He said, out of breath, his grey glove resting on my fore-arm.
I turned and stared at his brown eyes, but this time they were solemn.
“Yes?” I asked, knowing perfectly well I should shake his hand from my arm, but I didn’t want to. His hand was warm and it felt nice on my sleeve. “
I’m sorry,” he said as his eyes searched mine. “I just wanted to get your attention.”
“Well, you certainly don’t deserve it,” I raised one eyebrow, refusing to let him get the best of me. My eyes left his and landed on his hand. He self-consciously picked it up and dropped it lifelessly against his side.
“I really am sorry. I didn’t mean it,” he looked down at his own cup, which had the words ‘Cinnamon Spice w/ Milk’ written in the owner’s scribbled handwriting.
“Don’t worry about it, Cinnamon Spice,” I smirked and took a sip of my own coffee.
He smiled as he realized that I wanted in on his little game.
He smiled as he realized that I wasn’t going to win.
Wrong game to involve yourself in, Peppermint Mocha.
Wrong game with the right player.
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His hand was the definition of a frenemy.
A loving friend and a terrifying enemy.
It would be the source of my warmth, the source of the love I felt inside my chest. The happiness that would engulf me as he took my hand in his as we walked along the unmarked path of the deep forest. The quickening of my heartbeat as he brushed his fingertips along my ever-thinning cheekbone. It was also the source of my cries, the source of the pain I felt both inside and out. The wrenching of my heart as another blow struck me deep in my chest. My shrieks that reverberated through my skull as the same loving fingertips came thrashing down across the same cheekbone.
His eyes were a poem.
A happy and uplifting poem, but a deeply disturbing poem.
The eyes that could draw me in with a single look. They could pull me into a long, affectionate embrace. They could lure me into doing almost anything at any time they asked. They could tell me sweet-nothings or they could turn hard and kill every hope of happiness that existed in me.
His lips were a backstabbing acquaintance.
A kind, trusting individual that could easily turn around and become the lying, deceiving devil. They could tell me of happy-ever-afters and the future that was undoubtedly ahead of us. And in the blink of an eye, they could turn sour and speak of the harshest realities that could break even the toughest steel. The lips that would kiss away any pain that ever came to me, even the pain that they caused.
A back and forth game that existed between us.
A game that never ended.
A game where there was only one winner.
A game that I never won.
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She didn't want to scare him away.
But instead of turning and walking out the door, just as every other male figure in her life had ever done, he quietly tilted her head up to face him and ran his fingertips gently down the purple marks.
His eyes met her's.
And the rest is history.
Embroidered.Kisses
(15)
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““Vincent, DON’T!” I
yelped as I threw myself towards Rhett with all the strength I
had. I slammed heavily against him and we both fell clumsily to
the grass. I bumped my head hard against his shoulder and I
looked up dazed to see him looking up at me, his eyes fiery and
angry. I understood where he was coming from, he wanted to fight
his own battles. He wanted to defend the girl, be the hero. But
he didn’t know that he would be losing this one without
me.
I was on top of him one minute and on the grass beside him in the
next. I opened my eyes to see Rhett spring up from the ground and
sock Vincent square in the jaw. Vincent’s head snapped
backwards but he was quick to return a punch across Rhett’s
cheek. Rhett’s body swayed to the left from the force of
the blow, but he returned fire as soon as he was hit. With every
muscle in his body, Rhett slammed his hands against
Vincent’s two, broad shoulders and tackled him. Rhett had
one hand on Vincent’s neck and the other slamming across
his face.
For a while, it really did look like Rhett was winning. Vincent
couldn’t keep up with the speed of Rhett’s hands.
But that’s when I saw Vincent’s hand digging around
in his pocket.
Out he pulled a shiny, recently sharpened knife.
“What are you doing, Vincent?” I asked as I
cautiously walked into the kitchen where Vincent was stationed,
pushing a knife back and forth on some sort of metal
stick.
“Well, moron, I’m sharpening my knife,”
Vincent grumbled as he violently shoved the knife back and
forth.
“Why?” I asked, watching and keeping myself a
safe distance away.
Suddenly, he stopped. He got up and took one step towards me.
“Because, Macey dear,” He looked up at me and gave me
a sly smile. I looked at him with wary eyes. “You never
know when you’re gonna need a good knife!” He laughed
as he jumped a step forward, his knife pointed directly at me. I
gasped as I stepped backwards, holding my chest as though my
heart would fall out of my body, it was beating so hard.
“Did I scare you, Macey?” Vincent’s smile
got creepier as he tilted his head towards me. Shivers ran up and
down my spine.
I directed my attention back to reality and caught my breath as I
realized just what was going to happen next.
At the incredible speed of light, every memory I ever had with
Luke flashed before my eyes. The last one, the one of his limp
body on my bedroom floor, stayed a minute too long before that
too, left my brain.
Getting myself up as fast as I possibly could, I ran towards
where Rhett was on top of Vincent. I saw him clasping his fingers
around the knife handle, preparing to strike. Realizing how
little time I had, I lunged toward them, arms outstretched,
praying that I’d reach Vincent’s ready hand.
My vision was beginning to become too blurry to see, but I felt
my hand slam against Vincent’s, dragging it downwards.
But I also heard a deafening scream.
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For those of you who are confused, the slanted writing means she
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Embroidered.Kisses
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“RHETT, NO!” I screamed as Rhett
hurled himself at Vincent. Rhett couldn’t hear me, but he
could see perfectly well. But what he didn’t see was
something Vincent had in his hand.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I
murmured as Luke tried to shove his tongue down my throat. I
kissed him but pulled away anxiously. “He should be coming
home any time now.”
“Shh,” Luke whispered as he kissed my neck. I
rolled my eyes back into my skull as he pressed his lips on my
collarbone. “We both want this, baby.” He said, his
voice silk.
“Noooo, Luke,” I groaned as his hands gently
explored my body.
“Baby, I love you so much. I want you,” Luke
toyed with my tank top strap.
Soon, we were exposed things were going too fast. I wanted
him to stop, but then I really didn’t. I loved Luke, and he
loved me.
“You are so beautiful, Macey,” Luke muttered as
his lips glided across my bare back.
“No, Lukeeeey,” I moaned, losing all resistance.
Luke was on top of me and I gave him everything I had, as cheesy
as that sounds.
We were in the heat of the moment, we didn’t hear the
car tires. We didn’t hear the unlocking of the door. We
didn’t hear the stomping footsteps. We didn’t even
hear the door opening.
But we did hear his yell.
I snapped my eyes open in an instant and Luke lifted his head
and turned to the door.
He turned just in time to see the knife.
With his body on top of me, he was a clear target. I felt him
squirm as the knife sunk deep into his back. My breathing grew
short as his blood began to cascade down on to my body.
There was a faint ringing noise in my ear and it was becoming
louder by the second.
Slowly Luke's face turned to face mine. His expression was
permanantely frozen in a look that seemed purely terrified. His
eyes were wide as they met mine. I held my breath as they slowly
rolled back in his sockets so only white showed.
“SHUT UP, B*TCH,” I heard Vincent yell as the
noise in my ears stopped. I closed my mouth as I realized it was
my screaming.
Vincent roughly grabbed Luke’s body and flung it across
the room. “Let me make one thing clear,” Vincent
slurred as he unzipped his pants. “Boyfriends will not be
allowed in this house.” He slowly crawled up onto my
blood-stained bed and lowered himself on top of me. “Got
that?” He breathed in my face, his breath ridden with cheap
alcohol.
“Got it,” I whispered, tears streaking my face as
Vincent started to kiss my
chest.
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Embroidered.Kisses
(12)
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“Luke, he’s here,” I
breathed into the phone, clasped so tightly in my hands, smashed
against my face.
“Baby, who’s here?” Luke asked, the music
in the background from a party pounding loudly.
“Vincent, Luke! Vincent’s here,” I started
to cry silent tears, knowing what was in store for me that
evening.
“Wait, what? I’m sorry Macey, I can’t hear
you.” Luke screamed into the phone. I hadn’t been
able to go to that party, I hadn’t been to a party in quite
some time. I wasn’t allowed.
“Vincent, he’s here, I jus-” I was cut off
by violent stopping up the stairs. “Ohmygod, Luke. Help me,
please!”
“Macey, what did you say? I really can’t hear
you. I’m going to go outside, okay?” Luke’s
voice cut in and out. My lifeline was busy.
Vincent was starting down the hallway. The closet I was in
was at the end of it.
“He’s coming,” I whispered.
“Baby, just a second,” Luke said as the music
became distant.
Vincent called out my name once. He knew I was near.
“No,” I gasped once, my thumb resting just above
the ‘End’ button.
“All right, Mace. I’m here, what’s going
on?” Luke asked casually.
Vincent’s steps stopped just before the door and I saw
his shadow from underneath the door.
“He’s here,” I whispered, my voice barely
audible as the door creaked open.
“Who’s here? Baby? Who’s there?!”
Luke’s voice turned urgent as I slowly clicked the end
button.
“That’s right, Macey. You know you’re not
allowed to have boyfriends. It’s better you end the call
before I have to do it,” Vincent crossed his arms as he
stood in front of me, light coming from behind him making his
face shadowed over.
“He’s not my boyfriend…” I mumbled,
a lame attempt to keep myself safe that night.
Vincent erupted into cruel snorts. “Not your boyfriend,
my *ss. Don’t lie to me, Macey. That just makes the matter
worse and you know it.” Vincent crouched down to my level.
“Remember what happened last time you lied to me? You got
that pretty purple bruise right there,” Vincent sneered as
he prodded my inner thigh roughly. I winced in pain.
“Oh, did that hurt, little Macey? My apologies.”
Vincent’s voice wreaked of sarcasm.
My phone vibrated next to me, the caller ID reading
‘Luke’.
Vincent took my flip-phone and ripped it in half.
“Next time, I’ll do worse to that little, tight,
pure body, I promise.” Vincent’s upper lip
curled into a maniacal smile.
WEEEEE, two
chapters in one night(:
Well, I guess it's actually morning, but, FISH.
And this chapter's reeeeally short. Oh well. DEAL WID IT.
Heheee, I will be doing notifications for both chapters
tomorrow and perhaps for 13 as well,
so if you've already read both of these chapters, just ignore
that...
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