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I'm supposed to be with him right now.
I didn't go.
He's going to yell at me again for not showing up.
I don't care.
I do care, but I don't.
I'm with someone else. He says I'm pretty. He makes me smile. But it's not him, it's not Harry.
"Thanks Jackson for taking me out."
"No problem kid. Anytime."
He's so nice.
Why can't Harry be nice?
"You still messing around with that old jerk."
'Messing around' more like I can't keep myself away from him.
"He's not old, he's twenty eight."
"That's old for you. You're eighteen."
"Jackson you're twenty three."
"But I'm not that old. That asshole is old. And I know the way he treats you. You don't have to go through that, there's people who loves you."
"Like who my mother? She kicked me out. My dad almost raped me. My brother is a thousand miles away in the army. Who loves me?"
"I love you birdie."
Yeah, but he doesn't.
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inamorata
Fanfiction❝ I let myself believe you'll come to love me as much as you loved you're wife ―I've never been so wrong. ❞ In which she falls in love with an self centered asshole who uses her for his own sexual pleasures. 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 © -𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑑𝑜𝑙𝑙...
