Okay. I know you guys think I gave up. And I know your probably sick of hearing me say this. But I HAVENT ABANDONED FANFICTION. Nor do I plan to. I'm was on a small hiatus. My best friend passed away, and frankly fanfiction isn't at the top of my to do list right now. I just got back after being away for a couple of months to try to get over what happened.
also, to help with my updating I will be updating and finishing this story first. I know half of you are probably rolling your eyes going 'pft!' at that, but I will finish whether you believe it or not.
To prove to you that I have been thinking about you guys and this story, Here's a small preview for the following chapters.
He swirled around, anger and ferocity crossing his features I waves. 'What the hell is wrong with you?!' he screamed, taking 5 steps towards me closing the distance between us to almost nothing. If I took a deep breath our chests would touch.
'What the hell are you talking about! This isn't any of your business! I was doing fine before I met you and I'm doing fine now! Now move out of my way!' I screamed at him.
I went to move around him but the big block head just moved in front of me again. At that point the only that was going through my head is 'im going to kill him!'
My frustrations built up until my hand seemed to raise itself up on its own in an attempt to hit him. But all he did was catch my wrist and push me back until I was against the wall. Holding my wrist above my head he pushed me until my back was flat and practically his whole body was against mine. I couldn't help but notice how tingly my skin felt when his skin came into contact with mine. My breaths started to come out in short rasps, but I blamed it on how tightly his body was against mine, limiting the air to my lungs.
With his other hand he forced my face to look up into his angry eyes. My anger dissipated slightly as I look into his dark brown eyes, temporarily getting lost until he spoke.
'Don't let them break you; you're the strongest person I know, but its okay to have help sometimes. Let me help you.' he whispered lightly, his breath fanning over my face, and his eyes growing softer. I closed my eyes as tears threatened to spill. Even after everything I'd done to him, he still wanted to help me.
He cared.
I opened my eyes to see his face a lot closer than before. But this time, I didn't do anything about it. He looked into my eyes and down to my lips and back up to my eyes again. And thenn….
Don't jump to conclusions you may be surprised what happens next >. Reviews are love, the more reviews I get, the more I know how many people read the story. The more people read the story. The more motivation I have to update in the next say…week at the most