Demons From The Past
❝My Demons wanted you and I surrendered to them.❞
He advanced towards me, taking slow, deliberate steps. His eyes glittered dangerously.
Fear seeped into my veins.
He wouldn't hurt me, would he?
"Nate I'm sorry I needed answers." I whispered, hoping to get through to him.
The cruel sneer etched across his face didn't waver. He took another step towards me and this time I backed away, I kept moving backwards until I could feel my back against the wall.
It was like he was possessed. His face was like stone.
"Nate please, I know I shouldn't have but now that I know, I can help you. I want to help you." I tried again but my words seemed to anger him even more.
"How dare you, how dare you invade my privacy! Who gave you the right to go through the most intimate details of my life?" He bellowed, his voice deadly.
He was right in front of me now.
His arms caged me against the wall, his hard body pressed against mine, leaving no room for escape.
I had no where left to run.
❝I've always seen the dark as an ally, because it helps us hide from the very things that haunt us; our own demons.❞
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