Choosing Her

DACE

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Emma wasn't taking this well, I could feel her quivering, left for me I wouldn't have told her a thing, but that didn't seem right on my part, she deserves to know. I was still agitated, I thought I could keep myself in control but I couldn't, I shouldn't have let her know I knew Owen kissed her, but I couldn't help the spite of anger and jealousy that flooded through me.

I'm very certain she could feel it slipping off me and I had no intention of hiding it, I knew she wanna talk about it but she didn't know how to start, and I didn't wanna hear it, it would only spice up my already wild blood.

Each fucking time I recall the event of her being touched by someone else I can't control myself, even right now that she marked by that bloodsucker I was still holding unto a thread. I felt like hunting that bastard and finish what I started, even now I can still remember my dad and I discussion.

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A Week Ago