Skating With Hearts

Don't go. The ache behind my ribs that whispered, Stay home, Sky. But

Please. Let's h

y a kiss and a shallow apology. As if I hadn't cried myself to sl

down my back and a sinking feeling in my gut. As usual, the house throbbed with bass-heavy music and

le spilled onto the lawn, smoking, laughing and slurring ly

e. The floor vibrated. The air reeked of beer, weed, and sweat. S

und. Lea

I di

punch like it was an armor for me. I scanned faces, shoulder-checked drun

ttered to myself tiredly as

louder as I got

aw

curately,

le

ara K

ytail, nails sharp as razors and her tiny chee

y demanded it. His mouth fused to hers like he was

n't break. I

at them. The crowd around me blurred at the edges. My feet stopped m

n't loo

dn't u

her hip. His tongu

ke I neve

gh to cut through the music. "Wait

it. That's her. That's Skylar. She's liter

as I watched the scene in front o

falter. Right now, it was the only

ing?" I said to them in a voice that was loud and

e apart i

were red. His hair was messy. But his face...God, his face wasn't even guilty. H

nconvenience at the moment. "You here

y voice to rise the more. "Because it looks

s a smug, self-satisfied little twitch of

d wiped his mouth. Then he looked at m

honestly? You've been acting like a damn lunatic l

that was sickening and I fel

It was like giving a damn was weakness. B

see me fall apart. My chest heaved in despair, my throa

tep forward. "Too much for what? For you to respect? For

sing my hand and with a calmness that scar

his nose and his shoulders. He yelped and stumbled back, his arms fla

oded in gasps

him as he screamed. "Guess

a snide sound that was h

en I turn

a backstabbing whore but that

ropped to the fl

n like he was gum on the bottom of my boot. "Yo

d whipping behind me and stormed through the

eks. My chest was still heaving

t

wasn't r

just

one shr

forgi

slow death of my s

ng shouted behind m

erve another

t punch and humiliation and wrapped around

lost the girl who would've move

t

ing for him t

eady walk

this

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