Fatal Love

1.) Pain

Hey guys! 

Thank you for taking the time to read my story. It means the world to me. As you may know, this is my first story on watt pad, but that does not mean it is the first story I have written.  This isn't my first rodeo. I just write to get all of the ideas out of my brain, some may be weird, and some may be a little crazy. For that I am sorry. I also give you permission to think of me as a loon, because it's what I deserve, considering I am one.

With that said, all of these ideas are from my brain. Not yours. So don't take them. Please.

I have big plans for this story. BIG PLANS. Like, empire state building big. Or maybe as big as outer space, which is pretty big as well. It's so big a lot of us mere humans can't even wrap our brains around how colossal it is, me being one of the mere humans. 

I'm going to come out and apologize if I offend you in any shape or form. Many people say I have no filter, which kind of happens when I write as well. It's a blessing and a curse. Sometimes I feel as if a demon has taken over my mouth and brain and forces me to say some cruel things.

I thank you again for reading this.I present you with chapter one. I'm sorry it's so short I will make sure to update an extra long chapter within this next coming week. The beginning is going to start slow, so just bear with me.

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Chapter 1—

The multitudes of lights blind my vision. They look like fireflies lighting up the night; so beautiful. I twirl around in small circles, basking in the subtle beauty of the hanging Christmas lights on the gym ceiling. The sparkly banner on the wall states, “A night to remember.” That’s a pretty unoriginal prom theme, if you ask me.

“Look Spencer, lover boy is seeking you.” Judith shakes my mind to the real world, to the now. I roll my eyes at my best friend’s obvious sarcasm. I never understood Judith’s hatred toward my boyfriend, Scott.

I spot Scott and he’s wearing the black slacks that I bought him. Damn those make his butt look nice. Scott has his back turned and I stride toward him. I place my hands over his eyes and whisper, “Guess who,” seductively into his ear. He turns around and grasps me by the waist to spin me around in a circle. “Let me go!” I squeal, giggling. He does as I ask.

“You look great, Spence,” Scott murmurs into my ear. I blush and I look like someone threw a tomato at my face. I’ve never been good at compliments. I glance down to see the simple royal blue dress I had. It flared to the floor as I walked. The jeweled black bodice made my normal B cups look like I just breast fed a whole village of babies in Africa. This dress did wonders for my small children feeders.

“Would you like to accompany me to a dance, Ma’ lady?” Scott requests. A slow song I don’t recognize plays from the speakers above. I stare at the couples that slowly make their way towards the dance floor in the center of the gymnasium.

“I-I don’t know…”I stutter. He replies with, “Come on Spencer just one dance. Please, for me?” I look up to see innocent brown eyes pleading down at me. He has on his perfected puppy dog face. I notice he actually styled his usual dark brown curly hair. It’s now combed and pushed back with gel. I fall for the unenviable and say yes.

“Okay…just one,” I grumble.

  I walk hand in hand with Scott toward the dance floor. We saunter toward the center of it, surrounded by swarms of people. They crowd around us like flies on a dead carcass.  Scott places his hands his hands on my waist and I place mine on his shoulder. We sway toward the music and say nothing.

I feel a sharp pain within my stomach and I grimace. It felt like someone had just stabbed me. Scott noticed my discomfort and asked what’s wrong.

“I don’t know. My tummy just hurts it’s okay let’s just keeping dancing,” I mutter an answer. Scott didn’t seem to mind my answer. He places his hands lower and they reach my bum. I swat away his hands before another cycle of torment hits my stomach. It’s not period pains, no; it’s much worse than I’ve ever endured.

I feel my knees buckle underneath me and before I can face plant into the cool wood floors I feel an arm wrap around my waste. I look up and expect to see Scott but I’m surprised when I see my friend, Judith. “H-help me,” I whisper to her. A searing hot pain develops in my head now. I push the heels of my hands to my forehead, trying to soothe the throbbing. It does nothing but add more pressure. I notice we have moved to a quiet corner of the gym.

“Honey, you need to tell me what’s wrong,” Judith softly commands. Something cool hits my lips and I realize it’s the opening to a bottle of water. I sip on it greedily. The pain has subdued for the meantime and I take a moment to catch my breath.

Once I have relaxed my body betrays me once again and I scream in agony. “Make it go away!” I screech. It feels as if someone has taken a hot iron to my brain, branding it forever.

I think it’s a blessing when blackness starts consuming me. But boy, am I wrong. This is just the beginning of what’s to come.