happily followed. We found a small piece of real estate and danced our asses off. Not a care in the world. We were wrapped up in the adoring girl love we had for each other. My hands were in the air waving back and forth.
Then, during mid-sway, I felt strong arms wrapping around my waist. Abel . He pulled me against his hardened cock. Oh, my . He was insatiable. I loved that. I closed my eyes, relishing the feel of his toned body grinding my ass into his hard-on. I was thrilled that he was dancing with me. Thrilled for everyone to see that I was his. I went for my signature move, “dropping my eagle.” I pulled out the whole fucking repertoire of dance moves. Yep, I was going to show him what he would be getting later. Some would say my moves could make a stripper blush. But move I could, and I liked to show it.
The song changed to a slower song. I needed another drink, anyway. That’s when I noticed Cindy’s wide-eyed expression. The fuck. I grabbed Abel’s hands to keep them on me while I turned around. Searching the crowd, I saw Abel standing on the steps to the dance floor. My breath caught. My stomach churned in angst. What in the fuck . I released the hands I was holding and whirled around to throat-punch the fucker whose hands were on me. It was Ender’s face I saw. He caught my fist mid-punch.
“Ah ah ah, little girl. Violence never solves anything. Weren’t you taught that?” He winked at me, continuing to dance. This was no dancing situation. My body stiffly moved on its own accord towards Abel. The expression on his face was a mixture of anger and something else. I picked up my pace, slamming into people to get to him. I needed to explain. I thought it was him. I would never do that. Ever. Ever. Ever.
“Get the fuck out of the way, people!” I shrieked, panicking. Oh fuck, this was bad . My legs felt shaky and weak. I was probably going to faint: my heart was pounding so hard it echoed in my ears. Oh Christ … please, please, please, God. I never asked you for anything. Please let him forgive me, let him at least listen to my explanation.
However, it was not meant to be. Some fucking stunning motherfucking bimbo twat was coiled around him like a snake. My fists balled. She was going to get a fistful of wrath when I got hold of her. I was going to rip her fucking hair out—every last strand. I went to lunge at her when Ender and Cindy thwarted me.
“Don’t do it, Gia,” Cindy pleaded, yanking me towards the booth. Oh, fuck . The room was out of focus. Could you actually see pain—physically see it? Fire pushed through my veins. The air felt thick. I couldn’t breathe. My hands gripped my head for fear it would explode. This was too much.
“I need to talk to Abel,” I insisted, as I stood up holding my head, ready to pull my hair out. Yep, it was that bad: I felt like I could actually rip my own hair out. God, my neck felt tight and my throat swollen. Ender and Cindy just stared at each other, their gaze heavy with meaning.
“What the fuck?” I screamed. “I’m going to find him.” I started off in the direction I had last seen him, looking for that head-turning twat.
“He left, Gia,” Cindy said. Ender nodded in confirmation.
I rubbed my eyes with my fingers. They were burning. Or was it the tears? I never cried. I didn’t think I could. But I had the living proof running down my face right now. Maybe if I rubbed my face hard enough I’d be a new person—one worthy of Abel. I needed to rub something , even if it meant I hurt myself. Fat tears ran torrently down either side of my cheeks. This was bad … real fucking bad. My body was numb. I couldn’t feel or hear anything. I wanted to die. Just die. Anything to get away from the pain …
And that thought only made me cry harder. After all, I was the person who had found my twelve-year-old brother hanging from the bathroom shower rod. His jerky movements had left an undeniable mark on my psyche. What fourteen-year-old girl
Then, during mid-sway, I felt strong arms wrapping around my waist. Abel . He pulled me against his hardened cock. Oh, my . He was insatiable. I loved that. I closed my eyes, relishing the feel of his toned body grinding my ass into his hard-on. I was thrilled that he was dancing with me. Thrilled for everyone to see that I was his. I went for my signature move, “dropping my eagle.” I pulled out the whole fucking repertoire of dance moves. Yep, I was going to show him what he would be getting later. Some would say my moves could make a stripper blush. But move I could, and I liked to show it.
The song changed to a slower song. I needed another drink, anyway. That’s when I noticed Cindy’s wide-eyed expression. The fuck. I grabbed Abel’s hands to keep them on me while I turned around. Searching the crowd, I saw Abel standing on the steps to the dance floor. My breath caught. My stomach churned in angst. What in the fuck . I released the hands I was holding and whirled around to throat-punch the fucker whose hands were on me. It was Ender’s face I saw. He caught my fist mid-punch.
“Ah ah ah, little girl. Violence never solves anything. Weren’t you taught that?” He winked at me, continuing to dance. This was no dancing situation. My body stiffly moved on its own accord towards Abel. The expression on his face was a mixture of anger and something else. I picked up my pace, slamming into people to get to him. I needed to explain. I thought it was him. I would never do that. Ever. Ever. Ever.
“Get the fuck out of the way, people!” I shrieked, panicking. Oh fuck, this was bad . My legs felt shaky and weak. I was probably going to faint: my heart was pounding so hard it echoed in my ears. Oh Christ … please, please, please, God. I never asked you for anything. Please let him forgive me, let him at least listen to my explanation.
However, it was not meant to be. Some fucking stunning motherfucking bimbo twat was coiled around him like a snake. My fists balled. She was going to get a fistful of wrath when I got hold of her. I was going to rip her fucking hair out—every last strand. I went to lunge at her when Ender and Cindy thwarted me.
“Don’t do it, Gia,” Cindy pleaded, yanking me towards the booth. Oh, fuck . The room was out of focus. Could you actually see pain—physically see it? Fire pushed through my veins. The air felt thick. I couldn’t breathe. My hands gripped my head for fear it would explode. This was too much.
“I need to talk to Abel,” I insisted, as I stood up holding my head, ready to pull my hair out. Yep, it was that bad: I felt like I could actually rip my own hair out. God, my neck felt tight and my throat swollen. Ender and Cindy just stared at each other, their gaze heavy with meaning.
“What the fuck?” I screamed. “I’m going to find him.” I started off in the direction I had last seen him, looking for that head-turning twat.
“He left, Gia,” Cindy said. Ender nodded in confirmation.
I rubbed my eyes with my fingers. They were burning. Or was it the tears? I never cried. I didn’t think I could. But I had the living proof running down my face right now. Maybe if I rubbed my face hard enough I’d be a new person—one worthy of Abel. I needed to rub something , even if it meant I hurt myself. Fat tears ran torrently down either side of my cheeks. This was bad … real fucking bad. My body was numb. I couldn’t feel or hear anything. I wanted to die. Just die. Anything to get away from the pain …
And that thought only made me cry harder. After all, I was the person who had found my twelve-year-old brother hanging from the bathroom shower rod. His jerky movements had left an undeniable mark on my psyche. What fourteen-year-old girl
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