The Untold Stories Of Cry Baby

Chap 3: Cake

The next day Cry Baby woke up to find her self in her own bed next to him. After what had happened she still loved him. She loved his warm skin that was like an oven, his kiss that was sugary sweet, and she loved that his fingers feel like cotton when he put his arms around her. She knew she was missing something every time he left. She regretted ever being with him because of what he did, but she couldn't get over everything she loved about him.
She knew she couldn't trust being with a boy, but since her heart was bigger then her body, she just couldn't help it. But the one thing she hated about him was that he treated her badly and abused her. He had all the ingredients of their relationship besides the fact he didn't need her.....
Or perhaps didn't want her. She knew she wasn't going to let him bring her down and let him turn the faucet in her eyes. She knew that is she could prove to a guy she was smarter then him, she could prove to a guy she wasn't just a piece of cake he could just discard when he walked away.
Cry Baby knew she couldn't trust anyone.
Cry Baby knew she had to do something.
Cry Baby knew she wouldn't let anyone treat her badly like when she was little.
Cry Baby decided..... That she would kill him..... The next time he tried to abuse her..... And then love her..... "Will kill him, definitely kill him" Cry Baby thought to herself with an insane look on her face that he didn't seem to notice. But then she remembered.....  The sweet sent of vinela (I'm sorry idk how to spell >~<), the taste of buttercream....
He filled up her senses with empty calories.  Yet again she knew that she was missing something whenever he left.....Was it kindness? Was it hounesty? Or was it possibly..... Love?
When she thought this to her self she almost forgot the memories of him abusing her..... But just like that he remembered again. And then she realized she was crying with a insane smile. He was in front of her wondering what she was thinking in the sweet little head of hers. ~CRASH~ He immediately pushed her to the wall and head or little head and whispered in her ear "Why are you crying......Cry Baby?" He then smirked as Cry Baby wad trying to push him away. He pushed her down to the floor and she was scared. He slapped her for trying to push him away and said "Why do you wanna push me away?" Cry Baby immediately got up and ran but he grabbed her arm and pushed her to the ground. She still cried..... But without the psycho little smile. She was actually crying like the real Cry Baby she was. He carried her to the bedroom and tied her to it. She kicked and kicked and kicked him some more but he just kept hurting her...... And her heart.
In just one second Cry Baby immediately snapped and kicked him extra hard. She had grabbed  the closest knife and cut her self free. He was on the floor after the kick and he hadn't noticed she left the bed. ~CUT~ in just one little second she cut his hand. He wasn't surprised and he pushed her down to floor and grabbed the knife out of her hand. And tried to kill her but then she grabbed another knife that was on the floor and cut him again. He was impressed. Cry Baby was finally the psycho little mad hatter she was. She kept repeating to herself "im not a something you can discard" he was starting to get scared and he ended up being so terrified she had killed him. Cry Baby was proud of herself. She rubbed her hands together to clean the dust from the floor off of them and the said "fuck you" with a little smile on her face. She then walked down the road.....

No one knew what happened that day but her and the corpse.