ONESHOT
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I never belived in love. Not after my 32 year old dad left us when I was 8, for some 20 year old bottle blond bimbo. My mom tried to convince me otherwise, but I knew... I knew thats why he suddenly packed his bags and walked out that front door, without even a goodbye. Now 10 years later, my mom still sets his dinner plate, still takes out the shirts he left behind and washes them every so often, like he was only on an extended business trip, not god knows where, hooking up with a new woman every if love is still hoping someone will come back after 12 years... I think i'll avoide it at all costs. And for the last 18 years of my life, i had been sucsessfull.
But that was until i saw him. Him. He screamed "HeartBreaker" with his lucious curly golden hair, and his eyes... oh his eyes. They looked like pools of sweet honey that could mezmerise you with only one glance, but underneath all that... I could see he was a heartbreaker. A cold-blooded heartbreaker. I know he was one because I had lived with another for 8 years and I hadn't known it. But looking back I could see the signs, My father often got home late and left early, he had cheated on my mom before but she forgiven him, all the mysterious texts he got... "You know, it's rude to stare" I heard smooth voice over near my left. "Although, I will let you off with it because I know Im irresitable" I turned and saw the guy I was looking at across the club, and man he was even cuter than I had thought. But when he smiled that familiar smirk, the one I always say upon my fathers face, I knew I couldnt respond with a witty comeback for a flirty smile, so I looked at him once more and without grabbing my coat, I ran. I ran as fast as i could, out the door of the club and past the security, and out into the cold rain, blindly running as far as i could get from the club and reconizeing my past. "Hey!" I heared from someone behind me. " Stop, Ms! but i reaconized the smooth voice.. it was him ! the man from the club. Not Wanting to confess why i ran away, I ran faster than i ever have before and before i knew it i was near my friend Simons house, so i hid in his bushes. I knew he wouldnt mind. After ten minutes i relized the guy had stop trying to chase after me and so i walked into Simons house , sat on his couch and cryed. I cryed because of my father, because the scar he left in my family and most importanly, because i was alone. Simon would be going off the unvisersity soon and seening as i have awfully grade, no school would accept me. My mom has lost all contact from the world, all she does is paint, Paint, paint and paint. I have no other friends or family to talk to, not even and neibors.. So im alone... and thats always how its going to be.
Please Follow Review and pm me about it and if I get enough support I might just make a Jace POV or turn it into a full story but if you have any ideas about where this could go or perhaps a different story I could rwrite PM me! Thank you for reading.
