Revilations... [_secondchances_]
[Continued from *here*]
I met Graham the night before at a club, there was an instant attraction. He called me the next day and invited me out to dinner. We had a wonderful time. Even came back here and before we knew it we were naked. Sweaty and happily naked.
That is till my freak came out to play again. Just what I needed.
I was in the middle of doing a shot when he had opened the door and startled me.
I gasped when I saw him standing there. I tried to get up but I felt the broken needle in my leg and whimpered. Before I could react he came over and took it out.
"What the?"
I sigh and look away from him. "I-" I what you stupid bitch? You're a damn freak, now he's going to know it. It's obvious it's not drugs, that would be the easy way out if the stuff wasn't red.
It hurt to see the look on his face. It pissed me off that it hurt. Damnit. It hurt because I give a fuck. Why!? I always end up getting hurt.
Fuck it to hell.
"Nothing. I'm a fuckin' freak." I snapped. I looked away from his eyes. "Go on, go right a head and call me a freak. Or what are the other colorful words they used. Freakazoid, human microwave, some deformed experiment gone wrong...go on Graham." I stand up and shove him back. "Gimmie your best shot." I glare at him, my eyes filled with anger.
But under the anger was hurt. A lot of it. A lot old, some new. Some because of what I had to do now. He couldn't get close. As much as I wanted him too, as much as part of me needed him too. I wouldn't let him. He's going to go and just run out the door and never look back.
I turned my back to him and gripped onto the door frame. I spoke in a cold voice. "Leave. You're going to anyway so just leave." I could feel my stomach tighten and my voice start to shake. I can't break. I won't break. Not now. Not till after he leaves.
I met Graham the night before at a club, there was an instant attraction. He called me the next day and invited me out to dinner. We had a wonderful time. Even came back here and before we knew it we were naked. Sweaty and happily naked.
That is till my freak came out to play again. Just what I needed.
I was in the middle of doing a shot when he had opened the door and startled me.
I gasped when I saw him standing there. I tried to get up but I felt the broken needle in my leg and whimpered. Before I could react he came over and took it out.
"What the?"
I sigh and look away from him. "I-" I what you stupid bitch? You're a damn freak, now he's going to know it. It's obvious it's not drugs, that would be the easy way out if the stuff wasn't red.
It hurt to see the look on his face. It pissed me off that it hurt. Damnit. It hurt because I give a fuck. Why!? I always end up getting hurt.
Fuck it to hell.
"Nothing. I'm a fuckin' freak." I snapped. I looked away from his eyes. "Go on, go right a head and call me a freak. Or what are the other colorful words they used. Freakazoid, human microwave, some deformed experiment gone wrong...go on Graham." I stand up and shove him back. "Gimmie your best shot." I glare at him, my eyes filled with anger.
But under the anger was hurt. A lot of it. A lot old, some new. Some because of what I had to do now. He couldn't get close. As much as I wanted him too, as much as part of me needed him too. I wouldn't let him. He's going to go and just run out the door and never look back.
I turned my back to him and gripped onto the door frame. I spoke in a cold voice. "Leave. You're going to anyway so just leave." I could feel my stomach tighten and my voice start to shake. I can't break. I won't break. Not now. Not till after he leaves.