lucy_mumbua

They whisper my name in fear. Justin Black. The guy who sits in the back of the class, always in black, always untouchable. The one everyone watches but no one dares to approach.  

They don’t know me. Not really.  

Because if they did, they’d stay the hell away.  

I don’t do friends. I don’t do relationships. I don’t do attachments.  

But then there’s her.  

June Matthews—cheer captain, golden girl, a walking distraction. She’s everything I hate… and yet, she’s in my way. Assigned to me. Forced into my space. Testing my patience.  

She thinks she can handle me.  

She’s dead wrong.  

Because I have a secret. A place where I go to release the darkness inside me. Where names don’t exist, where pleasure and pain are one and the same. A world where people fulfill their deepest, most twisted fantasies.  

June doesn’t belong in my world.  

But the longer she stays, the more I want to pull her under.  

And once I do… I’m not sure I’ll ever let her go.

Fake Dating The Bad Boy

Rico's hand was steady. It always was. The sedative entered June's bloodstream like water slipping into the cracks of a fractured wall—quiet, unseen at first. She didn't fight it. Not really. Her thrashing slowed, her breathing evened, and her lips—those trembling lips once screaming numbers and half-buried names—parted just slightly as the silence took her.

Her body, which moments ago thrashed like something drowning in fire, now lay quiet on the narrow bed tucked into the corner of the cave's sanctuary wing.

The silence I had begged for came like a curse.

On The Verge Of Brink