Ikaaaaaaaaa wrote:
{j.ack && m.arissa}
.You were working as a waitress in a cocktail bar;
When I met you.
I picked you out, I shook you up, and turned you around,
Turned you into someone new.
I heard his laugh before I saw him. The sheerness of his sleek tuxedo- the suggestive grin that played around his lips. I didn't know him, and that was worrying. I knew everyone. And I was certainly familiar with everyone at the annual Racing Ball- I had written the invites.
.Now five years later on you've got the world at your feet,
Success has been so easy for you.
But don't forget it's me who put you where you are now;
And I can put you back down too.
Excellent. She was coming over. I twisted around, twirling my martini in one hand. "Hey." I greeted her, ignoring the scowl on her pale face. She looked so appealing- blonde hair curled over her head, her mismatched eyes piercing and draining my ego as she came to a stop a few inches ahead of me. She tapped her foot expectantly.
.Don't, don't you want me?
You know I can't believe it when I hear that you won't see me,
Don't, don't you want me?
You know I don't believe you when you say that you don't need me.
He smiled at me. The cheek of him. "Who are you?" I asked bluntly, blowing off his charm with what I hoped was contemptful disdain.
.It's much too late to find,
You think you've changed your mind,
You'd better change it back or we will both be sorry.
She looked even better angry. "I'm gatecrashing. Keep my secret?" I ventured playfully, turning to walk away through an exit, and out into the night. She followed, spluttering with indignance. Naturally.
.Don't you want me baby?
Don't you want me baby?
How dare he? I followed as he ducked through one of the doors, my heels clacking on the concrete. It was quiet outside, the night air crisp and inviting. I peered around- he'd disappeared. Then;
"Don't move."
As he slammed me against the wall.
p.art [two]
.I know I can't take one more step towards you,
Cause all that's waiting is regret.
And don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore?
You lost the love I loved the most.
I tasted the cold stone of the wall. Grit coated my cheek as he pressed his strong body against mine. "The little princess- you think anonymity exists in the world? I know exactly who you are." He whispered, almost tenderly, in my ear. I could feel him press me harder against the wall; my eyes burned with tears. He knows.
.And who do you think you are?
Running 'round leaving scars,
Collecting your jar of hearts,
And tearing love apart.
She didn't squirm or fight me- just as well really. I couldn't bear to hurt the little darling. "Yes, I know all about you, honey. After all, what's not to tell about the woman that killed my brother?" I let this sink in before continuing. "And believe me, his daddy might want a word with you."
.You're gonna catch a cold,
From the ice inside your soul,
So don't come back for me.
Who do you think you are?
His words made me quake with fear- I gave a muffled sob against the palm of his hand. His other hand held my wrist, as we stood in the dark. "Now, you will come with me, and you won't make any noise- will you?" He purred, reaching up to stroke my hair. His whole manner was patronizing, sarcastic, and seductive all at once. I trembled like a leaf, shaking my head in response.
.I hear you're asking all around,
If I am anywhere to be found.
I have grown too strong,
To ever fall back in your arms.
"Good girl." I murmured, twisting her delicate body around and clamping a hand around her waist. To the observer, it would merely look as if we were walking side by side. She would pay for murdering my brother- she would pay dearly.
-Should I still continue this? <3
.I know I can't take one more step towards you,
Cause all that's waiting is regret.
And don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore?
You lost the love I loved the most.
I tasted the cold stone of the wall. Grit coated my cheek as he pressed his strong body against mine. "The little princess- you think anonymity exists in the world? I know exactly who you are." He whispered, almost tenderly, in my ear. I could feel him press me harder against the wall; my eyes burned with tears. He knows.
.And who do you think you are?
Running 'round leaving scars,
Collecting your jar of hearts,
And tearing love apart.
She didn't squirm or fight me- just as well really. I couldn't bear to hurt the little darling. "Yes, I know all about you, honey. After all, what's not to tell about the woman that killed my brother?" I let this sink in before continuing. "And believe me, his daddy might want a word with you."
.You're gonna catch a cold,
From the ice inside your soul,
So don't come back for me.
Who do you think you are?
His words made me quake with fear- I gave a muffled sob against the palm of his hand. His other hand held my wrist, as we stood in the dark. "Now, you will come with me, and you won't make any noise- will you?" He purred, reaching up to stroke my hair. His whole manner was patronizing, sarcastic, and seductive all at once. I trembled like a leaf, shaking my head in response.
.I hear you're asking all around,
If I am anywhere to be found.
I have grown too strong,
To ever fall back in your arms.
"Good girl." I murmured, twisting her delicate body around and clamping a hand around her waist. To the observer, it would merely look as if we were walking side by side. She would pay for murdering my brother- she would pay dearly.
-Should I still continue this? <3
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