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Seldom sat in the window of the second floor.
She watched as Malice climbed out of the small car. Slicked back, dark brown hair. Yellow eyes. Glasses.
Each time she saw him, the more she wanted to hurt him. Hurt him so bad, that everyone in the whole town could hear him screaming like a small child. He would have bruises all over his body. Even blood. Although...she also had a feeling that she loved him. Deep down. Somewhere.
And, as she walked down stairs to meet his family, she thought about. Her longing to hurt him, turned into sadism, for she had loved him deeply. She held onto the railing tightly as she saw him. Everything fell weak. She wanted to cry. She didn't want to has these feelings for him. She absolutely hated this boy!
Seldom ignored the thoughts and continued, sitting on the sofa beside him, glaring straight in front of her.
"How are you, Seldom?" Malice asked, giving a small smile.
"Shut up."
"What?"
"Shut up!"
"What is with you today?"
"I said to SHUT UP!" Seldom yelled at him one last night, scowling at him. She was growling and breathing heavily.
Malice opened his mouth to speak, but decided not to say a word. He didn't want to get beat up by Seldom again. He looked in front of him, sighing deeply.
Seldom stared at her lap, furious. She quickly looked to Malice, hearing him comment on her dress. He had a smile on his face. Seldom growled and took a pen from the coffee table, climbing on top of Malice and getting ready to jab it into his eyes.
Malice grabbed her arm, stopping her from injuring him.
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" Seldom screamed.
"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with YOU?!" He screamed back, throwing her down to the floor, falling with her. He looked down at her, seeing she started to cry.
Seldom turned her head, trying to stop and hoping he wouldn't see. Why was she doing such a thing? She never cried in front of him before. She tried moving her arms, but she was pinned. She looked back at Malice. His dumb, idiotic, always smiling face. She growled, kicking him in the groin. He grunted, letting go of her writs.
"Dammit, Seldom!" He screamed.
Seldom stood up, running up the stairs. She looked back at him, scowling, still having tears run down her cheeks.
"YOU a*****e!" She yelled before running up to her room.
 trash trap · Mon Jan 07, 2013 @ 01:58am · 0 Comments |
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