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Pen Your Pride

Chapter three

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BEAUS POV

I woke up next to Jade in her bed. We must have fallen asleep lat night whilst talking. I always wake up before the sun sets, it's a habit I can't get rid of, I just love the dark. The dark is one of the greatest fears of the world, along with heights and death. None of which scare me at all.

I stare at Jade for hours before she wakes up. I notice little bits of her face I've never noticed before, like the freckle she had before her short side burn on the left hand side, and the length of her eyelashes. But something about her infuriates me, it infuriates me so much, I don't know if I can control it. I know what it is, but I do not want to admit it, to admit would be an awful thing to do.

I'm starting to get bored, so I climb on top of Jade so I'm hovering over her and I decide to get into her head.

'wake up Jade, he's coming for you.' I say. 'If you don't wake up, he's going to get you.'

"Help me" she whispers in her sleep, her smile turns into a frown, and she starts to sweat as she tosses and turns.

'A - Advantage, if you don't wake up, you're going to give him an advantage, if you do, you'll be gone for sure.' I say.

"please help" she whispers again.

'B - bury, he will bury you alive, but you won't know until you wake up, and you won't be able to prevent it, unless you wake up' I continue.

'C - control, he can control you, he can do anything he wants with you, he's doing it right now. If you wake up, it will all be over.' I say.

Her eyes shot open as soon as my sentence finished, she's breathing heavily. It was only until 'C' when I realised who "he" was, he, was myself. But why was I telling her? Was I protecting her?

"Amazing," my sub conscious says, "the only thing stronger than your psychotic ways, is your love for the one girl."

Love, the word love sticks in my mind, how can I love her? I don't know her. I refuse to love her, I refuse, I am obsessed, not in love.

"Beau" I hear, when I realise I'm still hovering her.

"Oh sorry." I lie, I'm not sorry, not one bit.

"You're lying again." She says.

"Well, I'm glad you woke up, because I was just getting ready to tickle you!" I said, making sure my eyes are connected to her and stay the same size no widening, no moving.

She laughs and gives me a nudge.

"I'm gonna get going." I say. "I have things to do."

"No you don't," she says "are you a compulsive liar or just stupid?" she continues "because you know I know when you're lying, yet you keep lying." She finishes.

"Fine, to be honest, I just don't want to hang out with you!" I rudely reply.

"More lies." She says.

"FINE I YELL. I DONT WANT TO BE ANNOYING AND I WANT TO GO HOME! I WOULD LOVE TO SPEND ALL WEEKEND WITH YOU BUT THANKS TO YOU, I HAVE TO GO SORT OUT THINGS WITH MY FAMILY!" I shout.

"Thanks to me?" She says, raising her voice while each word exits her mouth, "you FUCKING scared me, I did NOTHING but protect you. And WHAT you did after that was your fault, NOT mine." She basically yells.

"You're right, I'm sorry." I say.

"Get out." She snaps.

"What?"

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