private for me and (spazzy).#2

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    I sighed, and pulled her in to hug her,
    "I'm sorry, Carls.. You're not stupid. I'm just being a jerk."
    I looked down at her, and bit my cheek.
    "Come on, I'll take you home. I don't want you to walk; it's getting pretty late," I urged, giving a hopeful smile.

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    [shadow=gray,left]CARLYNN JACKSON ◇[/shadow]

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    When he moved forwards, I immediately tensed and prepared for a sharp jerk around my neck, or something.


    Carly. Wow. This is Cray you're dealing with. He'd never hurt you. I mentally puniched myself before gently pulling away from his hug. I was never one to like any sort of physical contact. One; it hurt when I was hugged, due to the numerous amount of bruises on my back. Two; I just didn't like to be touched.


    "I can walk... not like I'm gonna get jumped by werewolves or something." I said. Not that I didn't want to be with him, I was terrified that on the drive home, I might accidentally tell him something.


    I felt a small tinge of pain when she denied me.
    "I know, there's just people around sometimes that do bad things to good people. But just safe, Carls," I ordered, before giving her a small smile before turning to the sidewalk and climbing into my car.

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    [shadow=gray,left]CARLYNN JACKSON ◇[/shadow]

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    "Bye, Crazy Cray." I replied with a weak half-smile before turning and beginning to head home. My feet were silent and slow, and everything seemed quiet, kind of creepy. As I walked home, my mind began to wander. How long would it be until somebody figured out about Tyson? Who would it be?


    Maybe I could break up with him. Though it was dangerous for a woman to end an abusive relationship, sometimes it was the best idea. Why do I know this? I watch Dr. Phil. The guy has dealt with lots of abuse issues.


    I slouched over slightly as I began to pass Tyson's house, praying he was drunk or something and wouldn't see me.