Start this off not Dan...
Hey guys wrote this no edits sorry... not really get over it. If it sucks... i dont care... all i care about is sleep. My bed time is as early as possible because when your as busty as me sleep and coffee is what makes everything better... so yeah... sorry for this half-assed chapter... ummm... while i am hear i am going to say all my ships because i fucking can!
1. Bade
2. Candre
3. Rori
4. Cade
5. Reck
6. Catorade (joriat)
7. Reckade
8. (sometimes) Jori
9. Cabbie ( a little bit)
10. Mavan... Me and Avan Jogia...
By the way review! everyone who reads this go review... it makes me updat faster... i would updatt every week if people reviewd this like how my other story gets reviewd...
Oh... still working on whore... 2,000+ words now
The aching subsided by the time I woke up. All that hurt was my head, but that was to be expected –oh, and my heart; and wallowed around in its' own self loathing, while I put on my everyday routine of putting on my tough girl mask.
I pushed off the covers and shivered at the feel of cool air hitting my skin. I ran out of my room and quickly down the hall into my bathroom, covering my body. I run into the shower to try to scrub the filth off of me, but I cannot quiet get off the shame and guilt.
I walk down the street and wait for him. I am scared to call; I'm afraid if I call he might not pick up; that he is not alright. So I wait hoping and begging that his car will pull around the corner like it always does. I am alone, so I let a lone tear fly down my cheek. It's hot and it runs down my cheek and into my lips. I press my lips together, it tastes, salty. That's when I hear the rumble of an engine, a dirty old truck hobbles by, it looks barely able to move, much less to be driven anywhere; it's red and rusty. But behind it, it is him. I look at his car before taking on deep breath, opening the car and stepping in.
I'm horrified at what I saw, long brown hair tousled about, deep purple rings circling his swollen eyes, his deep chocolate irises shouted in pain. There is a purple contusion oh his cheek, but his arms are different; plastered in cuts, bumps, scars, and bruises. I bit my lip looking at him, he looked so… bad. I guess I do not look much better because I watched him scan me his expression stayed emotionless but his eyes were screaming, an ear splitting scream. They were in pain because of me.
He said nothing. I said nothing. What was there to say? Actually, there was a lot to say but no words could really voice that was needed to be said, so no words were spoken.
We pull up, not to school, but to a Jet Brew. We walk in and everything smells like coffee. It was warm and inviting, the walls were of sapphire and black and I must say; the color scheme was not atrocious like most coffee shops. Most had browns and crèmes or bright vomit like colors.
We sit down at a little table. I know we both want to talk to each other but I cannot bring myself to say, or even think his name. I am not worth of it. I caused him all this pain. I brought him into this, introduced me into his sick life. I brought him all this pain. I am not worthy to be loved by him or to even have him care for me.
When the lady comes to take out order I just cannot speak, maybe, my voice has broken. Maybe I'll never singing or even speak again. He looks at her with long lost eyes; he nods her in a way that mean to please go away. She gets the message and scoots away. Her short thick legs rubbing together and her blonde hair fixed on top of her head in a messy bun. I stare at her she is thick and pudgy.
I turn back to him. Is eyes are long and wary. He stares at me. We just stare at each other, his chocolate eyes so lost. I can feel him looking into the emptiness of my blue ones
Finally he talks, "Jade," he whispers as he takes my hands into one of his, he gently rubs is thumb over my pale hands, I stare at the contrast, the of his mocha color compared to my ivory one.
I cannot find it in me to talk; I have nothing that can be voiced with words, maybe incoherent sounds, but nothing more than mindless babble. I feel like that mindless syllables that pop out. I feel as though I am something here than doesn't make sense so, really to everyone around me I am something that exist for no purpose.
He brings my hands up to his lips and kisses both gently. "Jade," he whispers hoarsely.
I look up into his eyes emotionless and I want to talk to him but I cannot begin, I do not know where to begin. But I know I want him to know the truth. I want him to know that I am a liar, that when I told him he was my first I was lying, because my father took my virginity.
"I am a liar." I whisper faintly, I hope he heard, but in a way I hope he never hears this.
"I don't understand." He says, our words come out hushed.
"You were not my first."
"What?"
"My dad took it from me…" my voice cracked and I looked away from him.
I felt a strong hand grab me by my jaw and turn my head to look at him.
"What?"
"He took it from me, Beck. I am sorry. I am a liar." A tear slipped down my cheek.
"Jade-
"Beck, you should leave me." I looked down into my lap staring at my clothes.
"Never,"
"Beck, leave; leave me and my terrible life. Look what it has done. It has done nothing but ruined your life. Look! Look at you! You haven't got sleep in like days. Your whole body is in pieces and is mess because of my terrible life that I have cause upon myself. I am bad news Beck. Look what I have dragged you into! Go, go while you can." Tears ran out of my eyes quickly flying down to my shirt slowly soaking it.
"I could never leave you Jade, I couldn't. I am in love with you. I would got through hell and back for you, what do you not get about that. I am in love with you Jade. I love you so much! I can't possibly live without you. I am going to get you out of this. Your dad will never hurt you again. I could never let that happen to you. Never again."
He spoke again "Do you trust me Jade?"
