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Just Sleep

There's No Way That I'm Sorry For What I Did

It had been a month since my mother died, and I had to go to school. My alarm buzzed until it was thrown across the room. I felt the early April sun, shine through me window. It pierced my eyes, but I comforting smile on my face. My smile dissapeared when the thought came back to me. I had to go to school.

When I got up, Lindsey had already left for school. I found a plate of pancakes and bacon and a note on the table. I grabbed the plate to the living room and ate slowly. I pressed one finger on my ribs and was shocked by the amount of pain that coursed through my body. I got up to check my ribs. I lifted up my shirt, only to see purple and green bruises still on both sides of my body. I forced whatever I was feeling back down. I wasn't going to do this. Not today.

I was at my locker when I felt a warm breath linger on my neck. It gave me shivers and I smiled. He put his arms around my waist and his head on my shoulder. I heard people whispering but didn't care to see if they were looking at us. One of his hands slipped into my jeans. My eyes widened and red patches grew on my face.
"Someone's blushing.." He whispered in my ear. I felt him smirk and chuckle. He started to softly kiss my jawline. His hand rubbed against my hip.
"Gee.." I whispered. "Not at school.." I sighed. He ignored me and I felt on of his fingers hit the top of my boxers. "Gerard." I said sternly. "Not at school." I repeated. Then the bell rang. I removed him from me and got my things. We walked to class.
Not much was said when we sat at out seats. He leaned into my neck again. He put one hand on my thigh. He rubbed softly. I felt myself become red with modestly. I clutched onto my notebook paper, ripping it, as his finger reached my waistline. I put on hand ontop of his, trying to make him stop but intead I dug my fingernails into his pale skin.
I could feel his hot, slightly uneasy, breaths in my ear. "It's okay to scratch me. I'll just bite you back..."

Notes

Oh man.
Welcome back Frank!
Gerard obviously missed you (;
My lip is sore..
I got it pierced yesterday and it's all swollen..
So yeah.
I hoped you liked it(:
i love you guys
Stay Ugly(/

Comments

I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS BOOK

WHAT. I NEED TO KNOW.

MCRlover7845 MCRlover7845
3/8/14

HOLY SHIT MY GOD FRANK IS GONE AND TAKEN BY A BITCH AND GERARD HOLY SHIT

TwistedKnife TwistedKnife
3/8/14

@Stitches
I promise I'll be starting it tonight or tomorrow(:

@Stayuglyandsing_
Course. Good writing, interesting plot. You just left us at such an awkward, enraging place that makes even the worst James Patterson series look complete and not full of plot holes. And now we're all anxious and want the second book NOW.

Stitches Stitches
3/8/14