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I did not move at all. I stood bent over the side of the bed. My cheek pressed hard into the damp duvet. The ruined cotton panties clung to my skin, twisted and stuck there, wet. My scent filled the room. It was thick and very filthy. My pussy throbbed in slow, painful waves. It felt empty and needy. Wetness was forming, ready to drop.Those drops hit the hardwood floor with soft, wet sounds. It was so loud someone outside could hear them. The door creaked open. It barely moved, but in the total silence, the sound was loud. His bare feet stepped across my floorboards. He walked slowly and with purpose. Each step made a dull thud. That vibration traveled up through the mattress springs and right into my ribs. The heat from his body reached the backs of my thighs. It felt like a furnace had just been turned on. I smelled him before I even felt him close. There was coffee on his breath. He stopped right behind me. The silence dragged on until my pulse pounded like a drum in my ea

That afternoon turned into a real ordeal all on its own. I did everything I could to shake it off. I took a romance book that's been sitting on my nightstand since God knows when. It was a story about a particular flawless couples tumbling head over heels for each other. I fixed my eyes on one single paragraph for a solid twenty minutes straight. The letters ran together in a haze. Nothing came into focus except Jax's look right when he spoke those words. Nothing registered but the echo of his touch deep inside, how he kissed me exactly the way I needed it, how he pulled back suddenly like touching me was a trap he had to break free from. I flung the book hard across the room. It smacked against the wall with a flat sound and landed splayed out like some wounded thing that stopped moving. I switched on the TV on. Turning on the TV only made things drag even more. I clicked through stations fast, almost rabidly. There was that cooking program with people chopping vegetables, then

I woke up right there in my own bed. And the very first things that struck me was how off everything felt.My face pressed hard into the pillow. The golden hue light filtering through the curtains came in too soft. My eyes stayed closed. They would not open easily. My entire body ached. Like I fell down from a story building.I still wore the small white crop top from yesterday. The denim shorts dug into my hips. The zipper sat half open. My thighs felt sticky all over. And my pussy throbbed with a deep swollen ache.My nipples felt too sensitive. Even the fabric brushing against them made me draw in a sharp breath.But...I can't remember coming upstairs. Or getting into the bed. The last thing I remember was me culled up, shaking alone in the living room.How did I end up here exactly.I pushed myself up slowly. My throat felt raw. It seemed like I screamed out loud while sleeping. The sheets tuck

The front door opened at about Seven P.M.I knew it was him before I even heard the keys. I just felt it in my bones. The way the air in the house shifted, and felt suffocating, like oxygen was going extinct.I was on the couch, curled into the corner with my knees to my chest, pretending to watch some Netflix show Mom had put on. Dad was in his armchair, his tablet was just ringing with notifications every now and then, while he's scrolling through work emails like always. Mom was next to me, her feet's tucked under her, her phone on her left hand, while laughing at some stuffs on Instagram. Instagram. She seems to have really love the app, even way more than before.Every single thing looks perfectly normal.Except I don't feel normal.He walked into the living room and the all their focus was on him.He wore Dark gray Suit, but the tie was loose, his top button was undone, and sleeves was rolled up to his elbows. His hair was

He'd left early this morning.Good. Because I don't wanna see his fucking face anyway.Except that was a lie, and I hated how easily the lie sat on my tongue.I wanted him to see me. Wanted him to look at me and remember exactly what he'd thrown away. Wanted him to feel the exact pain I was feeling. I want him to notice me. I want him to look right at me. I wanted him to see what he'd chose to let go. I wanted him to feel the pain I felt every day. The anger had not gone. It even grew sharper, so sharp i could point it directly at him now.I was done being the girl who she shed tears into her pillow while the guys she wants fucks every single girl he sees.If he really wants to act like I don't exist, I'd make sure to give him one hell of a contest.I sat up for a second, then rolled out of bed, my bare feet hit the floor, and it was very very cold. I went straight to my closet. I ripped through h