The truth hurts pt 8

"No. I didn't. He killed me." She replied.

"Please elaborate on this phrase." I said pushing feelings aside.

"Which phrase?" She was toying with me.

"The phrase 'No. I didn't. He killed me.' That phrase Natalie." She was getting in my head.

"Well I don't know what you want me to say. No means like I did not. I is me. Didn't is like did not. He is--"

"Natalie no. You know thats NOT what I meant." She smiled very devishly and my heart started racing.

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He looked uneasy. I laughed and he trembled. This man feared me, I've done no wrong though.

"John if you want to know how he killed me you could just ask." I smiled and tried to reassure him I did no wrong.

"Yes, Natalie if you must tell me I'd be more than happy to hear your story." He replied, recollecting his thoughts.

"Well let's see. Maybe it was because he abused me. Or maybe it was how he cheated on me. Or I don't know the constant cursing and fighting." I felt tears rising and I looked down and swallowed my tears and lost my voice by then.

"Natalie how come you didn't call the police?" He continued without hesitation.

I had had enough for one day. I got up and tried opening the door. John nodded and butthead Diaz opened the door with his big gun. I turned got handcuffed and then I was escorted home with 3 guards. 2 males and 1 female to watch over me.

"Bye Johnny." I whispered on my way out.

"Bye..." He said

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Poem: Pain

Blood, Sweat, Tears, Bruises
Just some of the things you go through.
It takes hardwork and dedication.
You put a smile on even when you want to cry.
You suck it up pop the bone back into place and continue.
That.
Is.
Dance.
Dance. Is. My. Life.
I live pain

Poem: Hugs and Kisses

Hugs are people's way of saying I feel sorry for you.
Your a sorry self person.

Kisses are people's way of saying my hugs aren't working.
So I'm making your life less pathetic.
Your welcome.

Next time tell them this.
YOUR a pathetic sorry selfed person.
Thank you very much.

Then you win. No hugs no kisses, no pity.

But they can kiss it. ;)

Poem: Hearts?

Is it true what they say?
With everyheartbreak your closer to your happily ever after.
I doon't believe that.
We live in the real world.
There is NO happily ever after!
There's always fighting and arguing. Tears and screams.
So those of you who believe your prince charming will come.
I'm sorry to say.....
HE WON'T