Slut-Nuts

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I was considered a Slut but I knew someone who was completely worse than I was and his name was Ryder. That guy was such a Slut-Nuts that it wasn't even funny. I still remembered when she'd come to my room and the love we'd make for hours. The passion in every touch, every kiss.

Making love was better than fucking because there was actual feeling in it, raw emotions and not like a no strings attached kind of thing. Guilt consumed us all and we kept trying to hide it and that's when it becomes worse, when we try to hide shit. The depression was sitting in the longer we pretended to be fine but that was all we could do at the time, just keep it to ourselves and comfort others who needed it.

Done all wrong but nobody cared so there was no point in fighting with anyone about it. In too deep here but no coming back from this. Something the next few days had felt off and then I noticed it. He wasn't anywhere around and nobody had seen him for a while now and he just disappeared. He up and left. Left her. Alone. Left what little of a life he had here behind.

Glad the bastard was finally gone, but I knew it came with its own reaction and I was going to have to wait to find out what it was going to be. The anxiety fluttered in my stomach like butterflies and the nausea began to fill my insides up. Thinking about it, I had turned into Ryder a bit because I wasn't as good as I used to be compared to him and Daemon was more of a Saint now than ever.

My brain wanted to explode with the furry it had inside but it was probably just the headache coming on that was talking. I decided to take a few ibuprofen before leaving for school that morning and I tried to conceal all of my emotions within myself and hide them from the outside world. The nusic blasted through my earbuds and I lost all care I had for the human race because it was already such a damn disappointment anyways that I just couldn't get hope on things changing anytime soon.

The attitude that came akong with the music was just who I was and it was time to stop hiding myself for once. I sensed how alone she felt before I even entered the building.

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