My life was once normal. I dance and I live. Average, Normal, and dance use to sum up my life until I met him. He told me that I wasn't human, that I was special and that he was too. I believe him because the things he has shown me. Now I will never...
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That's what I mean when Kemo licks his lips and then bites it. Just so you know. Enjoy!! Don't play song until you see bold again ...
"Sophia," a someone whispers shaking my body lightly. I groan scooting away from the voice. My eyes grow heavy and I let myself drift off before a shock goes through my body. It feels good, like a back massage, it relaxes you, but also alerts you. Their hand leaves with the feeling. I touch it, but it doesn't do anything. They chuckle and turn on the light. Kemo sits me up in my bed. "Morning, angel." He says. I roll my eyes at him and realize that I have been stripped of my clothes leaving me in bra and underwear.
"What the heck?!" I say covering myself up with a blanket, but it's so hot. I throw off the blanket as if I'm touching fire. I can myself and jump off the bed turning on my overhead ceiling fan. "What's going on?" I ask breathless from trying to cool myself down.
"Calm down," he says standing in front of my bed. "It all pass in a few minuets, well then the next stages hit." He chuckles and helps me off my bed. "When will your dad be home?"
"I don't know, I'm usually asleep when he comes home," I breathe in air. "Kemo, why am I so hot?" I half shout shaking his shoulders until it hits. My body turns freezing. It feels nice at first, getting the really hotness away, but it keeps getting colder and colder. My teeth start chattering. "C-cold," I say and dive into my bed. I snuggle into the covers trying to get warm. I look over to Kemo who just stands and watches. "Kemo! Warm me up!" I cry out, but pat the bed next to me.
He crawls in the bed and once he's laying down I jump on him. I slide my hands around his body trying to keep warm. He wraps his arms trying to heat me up. I put my face in the crook of his neck which fits perfectly.
My whole body shakes, I want to know what's happening, but I'm to focused on keeping warm that I can't ask.
It feels like something is biting my insides. My stomach churns and hurts. It feels like someone started a fire in my stomach and is letting it burn while adding lighter fluid. The hurt travels through out my whole body. I feel tears stream down my eyes.
"Kemo! It hurts, help me." I cry, I lean up so I can see him. His face is set in a frown. As I get ready to say something blood shoots down my mouth and drips onto Kemo. I grip his shoulders as the pain increases and more blood comes out of my mouth. He sits up with me still on him.
"Did you finish that milkshake?" He asks, I shake my head. I hadn't gotten to finish it because he wanted me to take my shirt off. He says something underneath his breath frustrated. He flips me on to the bed where he's hovering over me. He presses his calloused thumb against my collar bone. The pain starts to go away, but not all the way.
After a few minuets of this the pain goes away and is replaced with a sudden relaxed feeling. My body limbs grow heavy. If I were to drugs, this is how I would guess it feels.
