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[midnightwriting]

A story idea : By India Tungate

But now, my biggest fear was my reputation. Because reputations rule your life, right? One stupid mistake and suddenly your world can come crashing down all around you in a thousand of bloody pieces. Piercing right into your soul. Changing how you appear on the outside to everyone else and leaving scars on the inside.

I exhaled softly, hoping that Jacob couldn’t hear me crying as I sat in the passenger seat of his pick-up truck. I didn’t want him to think that tonight went completely wrong because of him. It was all me. It is always my fault.

“Look, it’s fine.” He spoke softly as he tapped his fingers nervously on his stirring wheel. “I should had known better than to ask you out on a date this soon after you and Lucas broke up.”

Hearing his name seemed to have set my soul on fire. The hairs on the back of my neck stood tall and my hands began to sweat. My stomach began to tighten and I could feel the heat of vomit rising in the back of my throat. The name Lucas is forever ruined for me.

“I was the one who agreed to it. It’s fine Jacob.” I replied quickly as I kept my focus on the flashing white line from the road.

His tapping grew louder, catching my curiosity. I watched out of the corner of my eye as Jacob reached his hand out towards me. I turned my face towards him and gave him a look that clearly stated “I do not want to be touched.” But yet he continued to reach for me until his hand landed forcefully against my leg.

“Jacob...”

“You know, I just thought that since you fucked Lucas that you’d like to know what a real man felt like.” His voice changed. It was deeper, rougher, hiding something.

I shoved his hand away and opened my mouth to say something but before I could, he reached out and grabbed my leg again, this time a little to close to my underwear. I growled in anger as I grabbed a hold of his fingers and tried my best to bend them backwards.

“Are you fucking kidding me Jacob!” I screamed.

“What? You are the one who decided to wear a skirt on a first date. Everyone knows that is code for easy access.” His eyes were glowing with mischief as they swept over my body. I suddenly felt dirty.

“I thought you were my friend!”

“Darlin’, ever since you decided to steal your best friends boyfriend and fuck him after only a few weeks of dating, you have no friends.”

Hot rage began to burn inside me. It took everything in me to calm my voice as I spoke, “Did Val put you up to this?”

“I’m not a rat.” He chuckled, unfazed by the tugging I was doing on his filthy fingers.

“Jacob please! Stop this! I didn’t even have sex with Lucas. The asshole tried to pressure me into it but I told him no. He was pissed and decided to spread the rumor around so that he could have his bragging rights and ruin my reputation. I’m not that kind of girl.”

Jacob’s hand gripped my leg so hard I squealed out in pain. “I know.” He admitted and shoved his hands up my skirt and into my underwear.

Hot tears strolled down my cheeks. I don’t understand why this is happening. Why Jacob was being so cruel to me. I tried to scream but panic gripped my throat. He saw me reach for the door handle and before I could try and escape, ready to jump, Jacob hit the door locks.

My hands were so wet with sweat that I had a hard time pulling the lock switch. As my fingers failed to listen to me, Jacob let go of my leg and held down my hands. He revved the truck’s engine and chuckled loudly with it’s echos.

“Your a evil piece of shit!” I spat and lifted my leg to kick his arm away but as everything else goes in my life, my plan backfired. Jacob’s tight grip found its familiar place on my thigh. He now had a hold of my hand and thigh. With one motion he placed my hand on top of my underwear and forced me to rub myself.

“You know you love this Mia. Let me just show you a good time.” His voice purred.

I kicked. I clawed. I pinched. I tried to bite him.

I twisted. I screamed. I cursed. I cried.

Nothing worked. Jacob was one of the largest males on our high schools football team and there was no way that my scrawny self was going to get away from his grip. I wanted to give up. I almost stopped fighting. Until it happened.

All I remember was hearing a huge smack. Then the crushing of metal. Glass sprinkled all around us. The world came to a quick halt. My head became fuzzy.

It took me a few minutes to regain my conscious. The first thing I noticed was how cold I felt. My body was shaking and I wasn’t sure if it was from adrenaline or from freezing.

Was I dying?

Is this what death feels like?

To my surprise, I was able to move my arms. It was then that I noticed I was laying on something hard. I felt dirt under the palms of my hands. Did I fly out of the windshield?

I pushed with all of my might and after a few failed attempts, I was able to push myself from the ground. I felt stiff but had no pain. I checked my legs and then my arms for any cuts but I had none.

“What the...” I tried to speak but the site before me took my breath away.

Jacob’s truck was crushed. I ran towards the front and saw that it was completely smashed in. It looked as if we had hit a brick wall but yet the only thing around us was a few trees and an open road. No cars. How could this of happened?

I ran around until I reached the drivers side door and began pulling against it.

“Jacob! Are you okay?” I shouted.

I couldn’t see a thing through the crushed metal. My throat began to tighten with fear. Could he be dead? What the hell just happened!

I paced the side of the road, praying that Jacob was on the ground as I was but I couldn’t find him. Before I could reach the truck, the sound of sirens bled through the air.

“And that is really what happened?” A piercing voice snapped me back into reality.

I blinked away the memory and took in a deep breath, hoping to calm away my nerves. I looked up, tears streaming down my eyes, and studied the woman’s face.

She looked unraveled by my story. Her dark brown eyes watched me closely from across the small table. Red painted nails began to drum against its wood surface, shoving me back into the memory of Jacob tapping his stirring wheel. Alive.

But he’s dead now.

And even though he was taking advantage of me, I wouldn’t of wished death onto him. But somehow an in invisible wall stopped him from slipping his fingers inside me. Somehow the truck crushed into us, twisting into Jacob’s body but magically I came out of the crash without a scratch.

I guess that is why I am stuck inside of a tiny room at the Langley’s Police Station and have had to repeat my part of the story three times now. Each time I have received the same judgmental looks and snickers. No one believes me. And I couldn’t blame them.

I’m starting to wonder if I could believe myself.

“So Ms. Overton, your.....”

A knock on the door interrupted the detective. With a quick frustrating huff, she motioned for a guard to open the door and as soon as her eyes landed onto our newest guest, a frown draped across her face.

“What are you two doing here? I have the rights—“

“I’m sorry Detective Mullins but we will be taking over this case.” A woman appeared from the shadows. Her voice moved through my body like silk. She wore a stunning white dress that hugged her body in all of the right places while keeping her style business appropriate. Her hair touched the base of her neck and was dyed an unusual shade of dark red. She had lips to match it along with a pair of enchantingly golden eyes.

I was so intrigued by this mystery woman that once Detective Mullins shouted my whole body shuttered, ripping me back into reality.

“This is bull shit! This makes twenty cases this month! Twenty! You can’t do this.” She argued, flaring her nose as she spoke each word.

“Oh but I can. Now if you will excuse me, I have some work to do.” The woman waved her hand at the guard who took Detective Mullins by the arm and led her towards the door.

“I’m talking to Ben!”

“Whatever you must dear. I really don’t care. Goodbye!”

The door slammed from behind Detective Mullins, leaving the intriguing woman and myself alone in the room together. I looked towards the door, puzzled that there wasn’t a guard in the room with us. Then I studied the mirror, wondering who was watching us from behind its two sided glass.

The woman snapped her fingers, startling me. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a handkerchief and handed it towards me. I tried to smile a thanks but my strength was gone from the past 24 hours of interrogations.

“I’ll tell you the same story that I have told everyone else.”

“There will be no need for more story telling Mia. I believe you.” She smiled as she reached into her pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

I watched her closely as she placed a cigarette into her mouth and inhaled its cancerous smoke. She didn’t look like she was mocking me but I wasn’t sure if I could take her seriously. Especially with that cigarette in her mouth.

“You believe me? Why? Everyone else thinks I’m crazy.”

The woman blew a puff of smoke towards the ceiling, her golden eyes piercing into mine the whole time. She rose one of her red brows and took in a deep breath before she spoke.

“I believe you because I know the truth about you. And I’m here to get you out of here and take you to a place where you’ll feel safe.”

“Wait, what?” I baffled, unsure of what this woman was saying.

“Mia, sweetie, your enchanted. And your not safe here anymore.”

[midnightwriting]

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It is 7:10 am. I had a few extra minutes to collect my thoughts before he would be at the coffee shop. I ordered my usual and took a seat next to the last window. I quickly pulled out a mirror from my purse and skimmed over my reflection.

My hair had lost its bouncy curls thanks to the humid fog that was hugging the ground outside. My skin was unusually pale so I pinched my cheeks hoping to bring back a hint of color. I fixed the smudge of mascara that I noticed under my left eye and wished that I could blink away my nervousness.

I took a sip of my coffee, allowing its warmth to rush through my veins which caused my hands to become clammy. I checked the time. It read 7:15 am.

I closed my eyes and tried my best to concentrate. In my head it’s all perfectly scripted. What to say. How to say it. I want to explain to him that I am madly in love with him. With every fiber of my being. And I know it’s the real kind of love. I love him so passionately that it hurts because I have come to believe, if it doesn’t hurt, it’s not real.

I need to show him that real love never fades away. No measure of distance or time, matters. Even when we are not together, I still feel him in my heartbeats. This is the kind of love that I have craved for so long. A love that consumes me but keeps me afloat. One that breaks me down yet keeps me whole.

Gabe & I have known each other since middle school. He’s always been the best friend I’ve secretly been in love with. The best friend whose always been by my side. The best friend who may not be my best friend after I tell him what I needed to confess today.

As I reflect on our relationship, I come to the conclusion that love needs time to grow. Maybe that’s why taking it slow is best. Because it’s supposed to capture you without you ever knowing. It’s supposed to grip you and slip into your bones during the night. One day you know. Until then, you live and you wait. But today I was sick of waiting.

Ding.

The door to the coffee shop opens and my heart drops as soon as I see Gabe. His thick dark hair glistens in the light as he passed the overhead bulbs. I watch in awe as he shakes away the morning dew from himself and makes his way to the front counter, every movement soft and collected.

He doesn’t smile, which is unusual for him. My stomach begins to turn as I notice the dark circles under his eyes and the paleness to his skin. He wasn’t himself and I needed him to be Gabe for when I gave him my confession.

Yes, I want to be his friend. I want to be the friend who he falls hopelessly in love with. The one he takes into his arms and into his bed and into the private world that he always kept trapped in his head. I want to be that kind of friend. But how do I tell him that. Especially with how stressed he seems to be.

Gabe didn’t have to look in my direction to know where I was. In fact he didn’t make direct eye contact with me until he sat down across from me and our eyes met for only a split second. I opened my mouth to begin my long, drawn out speech as to why I asked him to meet me here but suddenly my words fail me.

To have someone understand your mind is a different kind of intimacy. And by the way Gabe focused his attention out of the window as he tapped his left foot nervously under the table, I decide to silence my words, even if they were steaming inside me. I knew something was bothering him and instead of making matters worse, I decided to push my needs aside and be here for him.

I waited. The silence was brutal but I knew that part of being a good listener is understanding that sometimes the other person may not want to talk. And so I stayed quite. 7:41 am the clock read when he finally spoke.

“There are two types of people who can’t look at a person in the eyes: Someone trying to hide a lie and someone trying to hide a love.”

Stab!

My stomach turns as soon as his words escape his lips. He’s still not looking at me which makes the situation more intense. Guilt is a evil bitch as she twists her way inside me. He knows. I know he knows.

Gabe has always tried to be just about as verbally honest as he possibly can be at all times even without too much calculation about how a listener’s going to feel about what he says. His words sink deeper and deeper and just want to sink into the floor.

What do I say? How do I even begin to explain to him how I feel? I knew exactly what I wanted to say only minutes ago but his words were the only thing that rang inside my head.

He knows.

And then he looks at me.

And with the sweetest smile, he says, ” I have to confess. I have loved you since the day I first laid eyes on you.”

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Your smile once held the wings that soared me,

high above in the peaceful blue skies

amidst the clouds of happiness,

But then you just left

And I began to soar down with the falling rain,

Crashing into the ground

Lifeless. Still. Nothing.

[midnightwriting]

You really want to know the reason behind my pain Ryland? When I lost her, I didn't just lose her when she died. Each time that I am reminded of her, when memories of her flash across my mind in broad daylight, when im alone and yearn for her presence. When I lost her, It wasn't just once but it's over and over again for the rest of my life. I will continue to lose her. The pain will never fade.

Snippet From My Novel: Raine, Raine, Go, Away

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[midnightwriting]

He was simply a moment.

Besides, moments don’t offer up promises.

They don’t haunt you

They don’t visit you in dreams

Or ring your phone at lonely hours

They don’t come around and shake you

stirring you up

making you feel a million lightning bolts through your veins.

He was simply a moment in a lifetime full of moments of lightning

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You never seize to amaze me with your ability to see through my joyous illusion. Underneath the cheerful smiles are my silent cries, my screaming mind that never stops questioning every little thing, and the burdens I carry within me that no one else fathom, but you, you are different. And I still can’t seem to grasp that aspect, that only you can see the real me who has been hiding all this time.

-The Midnight Writer

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[midnightwriting]

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[midnightwriting]

I kept my focus towards the swaying trees in the front yard. I couldn't turn around, not yet. I knew that the moment our eyes would meet, my knees would become weak along with my heart. His breathing was heavy behind me. He was so close I could feel the heat of his breath against the back of my neck. His scent began to linger around me and I almost gave into the craving my lips had to meet his own. I shifted my weight and tried to form a cough from my throat which in all honesty sounded more like a wheeze. I had to say something. Anything. "Ryland, the day you stop caring will be the day you stop trying. Is that what you want?" With a shaky breath, he replied, "You have no idea how many times that I have tried to let you go. But all I could do is try. I never stopped trying until last night when I decided to start trying to let you in." -Snippet Of my Novel " Raine, Raine, Go Away" Chapter 29. -Photo Credit: Tumblr

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Run It took willpower My body didn't want to My muscles pounded Footsteps grew louder Closer Before my eyes Ahead A man Directly into my path I jerked back It was him Watching me He was older Tall Brown hair Dark eyes He was keeping me away from freedom The footsteps had caught up People closing in I couldn't believe it. -Black Out Poetry by ME. ❤️ Photo Credit: Tumblr

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Their personal stories Was exhausting I quickly understood That this was The last thing I wanted to be. I wanted to understand. Music Summer plans And crushes They told me things We sometimes strayed to talk about time There was another reason Most people don't do it From the opposite place They weren't free More often A girl would tell her own story Taken by surprise Tearful remembering of her pain. My first attempt at Black Out Poetry. Photo Credit: Tumblr

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I have so many trust issues because of too many years dealing with pain and loss. I tell myself daily that I do deserve happiness, that I am just a work in progress, which is a lie. I know the truth and the truth is that I am a broken man. When I look in the mirror the truth reflects back as the shadow of the man I should be not only for myself but as a father and as a man worthy of the love that Raine could give me if we would allow it. -Snippet of my Novel "Raine, Raine, Go Away" by me, India Tungate. From my Wattpad exclusive bonus chapter: Ryland's Point Of View Photo Credit: Tumblr

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My anxiety always spikes as soon as I step foot onto cemetery grounds. It feels like such a shallow place for the living to be. Each puff of breath that escapes my dry lips seems to be inhaled by death as it lurks in the shadows, watching closely, and waiting for my clock to finally stop ticking. Once someone takes a step onto it's lofty path, that person will never go back to who they once were. -Snippet of my novel "Raine, Raine, Go Away" Photo Credit: Tumblr

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I used to want her to cry. I wanted her to want me so badly that it would had kept her up during the night. I wanted to feel wanted by her. I wanted to feel. All of those wants quickly died the moment she laid her tear filled eyes upon me. Snippet of my novel "Raine Raine Go Away" A bonus chapter only found on Wattpad. Follow me at IndiaTungate .

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If only he knew just how hard it was for me to accept the fact that he didn't love me as much as he once promised. If only he felt how hard it was for me to move away and start over in a place that held so many haunting memories. If only he knew what it felt like to be forgotten, betrayed, and cheated on. -Snippet from my novel "Raine, Raine, Go Away" Chapter 26 -Photo Credit: Tumblr

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Sometimes the act of remembering can destroy a person deeply. I know from experience. But what I also know is that you are a fighter. Why do you think your heart is the size of a fist? -Snippet of my novel "Raine, Raine, Go Away" This novel's first drafts can be found on Wattpad. IndiaTungate is my user name 😁 Leave a comment telling me you are from Tumblr and I'll gladly follow you back! -Photo credit: Pinterest

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I could feel the fire burning in my eyes and I stretched my back, allowing myself to stand taller as the world put me through hell. Sufferings were a thing of the past and I felt as if I outgrew the shadows that lurked around me. I was walking the path everyone was afraid of and showed them that I will no longer spend my life living in the dark. -Nightly Writes -The Midnight Writer -Photo Credit: Tumblr