An old story I wrote from my days on da. I actually might make an entire book of my old writing.

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"Mr. L! I'm home!" I called up the dark stairway. There was no reply at all.

"Mr. L??" I called again, desending up the staircase. Just then, someone grabbed me.

"AAH!!!!"

"Relax! It's me, Mr.L!"

"You scared me!" I panted as he smirked. Mr.L chuckled as he kissed my neck in pleasure.

"Sweetheart, where were you?" He asked as I kissed his nose.

"I was at Peach's. She invited me over."

"Seems legit."

"What?? It's the truth!"

"Sure~"

"Oh stop it!" I snapped. He frowned slightly as we sat on the couch. He leaned over and kissed me passionitly as I drew circles on his chest and smirked.

"Olivia...can I talk to you?"

"Of course."

"Well...you've been so sweet and kind...but I think we need to..."

"BREAKUP?"

"...Kinda."

I gaped at him as he bit his lip and shifted. How could he?? We'd been together for a year! Why would he?? Was I not pretty enough?? Was I not skinny enough?? Was I an airhead? Was I too much of a smartass?? WHAT WAS GOING ON?!

"Are you joking??" I asked.

"No. I love you, but I need a permaent break. I'm so sorry..." he sighed.

"...GET OUT OF MY HOUSE NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!" I shrieked as I grabbed him.

"Huh??" I threw him outside and panted.

"HOW COULD YOU?? I THOUGHT WE HAD SOMETHING!!!! They told me you'd have sex with me the first chance you got, but I didn't believe them! They told me you would break my heart, but I didn't believe them!! You've done both to me, now! Get your ass away from me and never come back!!!!!" I cried at him. Mr.L left, flipping me on his way. I slammed the door, collasped to the floor, and cried. Why would he break my heart?
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wow fucking edgy