"I will ruin you baby," he whispers digging his nails into my hips sending a chill cascading down my spine.
"Then ruin me Jude, ruin me till there's nothing left of me." I spoke softly, "make me feel something, make me feel anything, make me feel al...
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Jude and I we've been trying, trying really hard for each other.
We want to make this work, make us work more than anything. We're currently in the waiting room at the clinic because he woke up with a killer migraine that the doctor later told him was a mild concussion. When the doctor asked what happened, Jude said he hit his head. He didn't say I pushed him or that it was my fault he just said it was all on him.
He lied for me.
We were currently seated on a parked gurney in the hallway of the hospital, watching nurses and doctors Harry passed us while we ate various sweets and candy as we got from the vending machine in the cafeteria. Jude spilled all the skittles out onto the surface and they fell from the packet in an array of rainbow colors. He sorted them out so that only the green ones were on my side, he knew I only liked those. His eyes flashed up at me, the bags under his eyes more prominent as the days went onward.
