Though I keep my head low, I allow my gaze to travel the length of Frankie's body to his face. Beads of sweat form on his brow as he lowers his gaze to his feet. He runs a hand through his hair. I'm not surprised when not one single hair moves, probably from the lashings of gel he slathers on his head. “There’s some business I need to take care of,” he continues. Angelo's smile diminishes. “Are you gambling again?” Frankie chuckles nervously. “No, no, nothing like that.” “I'll find you dead one day if you carry on like this.” In an attempt to reassure his brother, Frankie rests a hand on Angelo's shoulder. “You worry too much, I’ll be fine, I promise.” In response, Angelo penetrates his brother with a rigorous stare before swallowing the rest …show more content…
“Yeah,” says Frankie before departing. “My brother has a gambling problem, he owes a great deal of money,” Angelo informs me without actually looking at me. “I could pay his debt, but what’s the point? He'll be back in debt before the day's end, and I'd still find him dead somewhere.” Unsure how to respond, I take a sip of my coke, keeping my focus on him. In the short time I've known him, along with all Alice had to say about him, not once has he emitted a pessimistic aura. Nevertheless, here I stand, fascinated by the anguish on his face. It makes him vulnerable, natural, and all the more alluring. With a tender hand, I stroke his arm. His soft gaze watches my hand, surprising me that he could feel my touch through his jacket. Without uttering a word, he turns and leaves me staring at his back. An invisible fist hits my stomach, taking all the wind from my lungs. What do I do now? Before panic can ravage my mind, he glances over his shoulder. “You're not coming?” Within the confinements of my chest, my heart warms; he wants me with him despite his discomfort. He waits for me to join his side before slipping his hand inside …show more content…
“I'm sorry Frankie ruined our night.” My voice can only manage to say, “It's okay,” even though I want to tell him our night isn't ruined, we can continue to dance, or sit and talk. A heavy silence fills the room. As trepidation seeps through my skin, I fumble with the zipper of my coat. He drums his fingertips on the desk, exhaling a heavy sigh before he says, “I should take you home now, I need to find Frankie.” A minute passes by before he rises from his chair and heads towards the exit. Nausea penetrates my stomach. On reflex, I tighten my arms around my stomach, comforting myself. When he brought me to the club, I was unsure of what to expect, but I didn't anticipate him taking me home so soon. Like a well-trained puppy, I follow him out into the frigid night air, causing me to shiver. Instantly, I regret not removing the flimsy leather coat when we arrived at the club, maybe it would shield me from the chill
“Ponyboy run for it!”,I yell to him David chasing after him,and pony doged there first atemt then he was caught both arms twisted behind his back and legs gripped by the arms of two socs while they hadnt caught me yet,I was still running.The socs broght pony boy to bob and he pointed tweords the fountain with no hesitation and with that pony boy was head first drowning in a fountain of freezing cold water.As I was runnning from the socs I saw ponyboy as blue as a blue berry trying to hold his breath in.”I can t see this,I need to do somthing” I cryed.It was then that I rememberd I had thatswisarmy knife in my back pocket but I felt Heroism Revenge and Rushed for time but I also felt Question,confused and disbelefe.Eiether way I had to even thought I would be a murderer.With that I Stabed Bob in the heart and he slowly fell to the ground and then colapst onto the cold pavment.
Sammy was a girl that she was shy. She had her group of friends that she trusted and said everything. But in the school was a girl that she was mean and thinks she can judge everyone. One night Sammy was about to sleep but in a moment to another she was restless. Because she gets scar and she didn’t even know. She saw an ugly monster, she was cold she was like a cold corpse. Sammy says“ It’s nothing, go to sleep”. But she hears a voice telling her“You know that’s not true”. When she hears that, she starts shaking like a little Chihuahua.
“I guess we need to come up with an excuse when we are asked the reason for the annulment.”
"Two-Bit, I swear, if you don't shut up I will come over there and personally beat the tar outta you."
I also don't own the idea, it was requested to me by the wonderful Amanda. Thank you so much! I hope I did this idea justice.
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I knew it would happen. As much as I tried to stay optimistic, to put off my feelings of suspicion to an old man's negativity, I knew that this case would cost me something more than just my reputation in the town and that didn't even really matter. In Maycomb, reputation is a day by day concept. Sure, we have more than enough of our fair share of immovable gossipers, and drama kings and queens looking for a story to spread. But in everyone's own mind, if you did something stupid, immoral, or just mildly humorous or entertaining, it was the talk of the town and you were judged terribly for a few days, a few weeks tops. Then the whispers, and glances faded to conversations over coffee, and deep inside jokes. My reputation didn't bother me one bit.
He ran his soft hands over my lower back and moved them down to caress my legs, this sending movement through my upper calves. Being so close to him was ticklish, yet pleasurable… Evolving me to wince at every touch. The pleasurable side almost always overcomes the tingling ticklish side of being in the arms of someone I cared about so much. Just the thought of him- the way his smile lit up his whole face, and how he only smiled that way around me. We spent a lot of time squandering about, but every moment afterwards left you wanting more. When I wasn’t with him, my mind traveled to him. The thought of being surprised that his feelings were mutual had always stuck out. All of his charisma, and quirkiness piled together to make him. Being himself,
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Of the 58,148 killed in Vietnam, sixty-one percent were under the age of 21. Mark Wright had just turned 20 the day he was killed. A land mine turned his beautiful face into a mess of brain matter and skull fragments and his once strong body into nothing but indiscernible pieces. I watched him die the first week we got to Vietnam. He was my best friend. We grew up together, went to school together, we went to war together, and we almost died together. Religion and superstition weren't really my thing until I was drafted. I found God in those short days before I left. Day in and day out I prayed. I prayed for me, I prayed for Mark, I prayed for anything to stop that God forsaken war before I had any participation in it. My research hadn’t
Why is Cato running straight past us? Oh, what is that chasing him? What are these strange creatures chasing Cato? Oh no, if they are chasing him that means they will chase me too. I need to run, but I won’t make it. I just won’t, my leg is too bad. But I have to try. I must try for Katniss. The girl I love and have for many years and I finally built up enough courage to tell her. Dammit, I can't lose her now! Not now. Not with everything we’ve been through. But the pain. If only I could stop the pain in my leg. I can't, so I must run as fast as my legs are willing.
I'm on the run from a man I don't really know. He keeps following me and it's kinda scary. He looks kinda crooked but he dressed very nice. Maybe he's a stalker. Wait I have a stalker. This is not okay I need to run and hide before he hurts me. Why won't this man just leave me alone. I don't like him and I can't stand to see him. I fear this man that is following me. How do I get away. Maybe if I run around in circles he will leave. Silly me how would that help me will just get dizzy. The man that is following me has a brief case. What is inside of this brief case. Maybe there are tools that can kill me but wait if he wanted to kill me he would of done it already. The man I keep running from is still following me I have been able to find a
“Angelo,” I whisper, “I'm sorry, too, and wish things were different.” A heavy sigh escapes his lips. “I told you before, you can talk to me, Angel.” We remain frozen, locked within one and others gaze, only this time, the hummingbird departs, leaving my chest to tear wide open.
As I lay in bed, pondering my life since meeting Angelo, I still struggle to accept I'm safe and free from the hands of my tormentors. A year and a half have passed since my parents found me. A year and a half since Angelo scared them away. The harrowing nightmares that commandeered my dreams have abated, only making an appearance a few times each month. However, I have Angelo forever beside me, ready to rescue me from my frightful slumber.
My arms wrap around him in a possessive embrace. Selfish. But I have some right to this. Often he rails against my touch. Yet when he thrusts himself forward to escape, he inevitably falls back into me, limp and exhausted, closer than he was before. He stiffens somewhat within me, yet he also melts. It is as though a battle rages beneath his stony features, an elemental war between control and submission, between education and instinct. Regardless, he never pulls away fr...