I Sing to You My Love 7
I caught lover's thing.
AFTER A MONTH:
Charice and Daniel went on dating as if nothing had happened, Charice was finally happy with the man she truly wanted.
BUT Beatrice was truly hurt and she lost any self control and threw herself into drugs to ease her heart.
BEATRICE P.O.V
I rarely went to school, if I was there I was with Jay all the time he was my strength and armor, I needed him to breath ok let me not exaggerate I needed his support to get by. Today as always we were relaxing in his living room, watching MTV Base.
"I want to smoke my lungs out" I tiredly admitted to Jay. As I leaned on to his shoulder
"NO come on get off that stuff please B it’s not worth it"
"But you sell it to other people" I bluntly stated.
He looked at me, cupped my face with his right hand, and said "those people don’t matter but you do"
"I need that green stuff you better give it to me Jay because I paid for it" I ordered him.
I knew I had reached a dead end but that "stuff" got me through the day.
I had not showered in a week, my hair had grown and now it was curly luckily I was allowed to stay at Jay because I lied to my mom that we were dating so I could do whatever I wanted at any time.
"Come on B, lets it go you have not been in school for a week, you have been here at mine come on go home." I heard Jay complaining. But he knew it was futile.
I could not go home or school, I could not be seen in the same place as Charice or Daniel I avoided both of them as the plague.
Everyone at school pitied me as if I was handicapped I hated that look as if I could not do anything for myself – I knew I was stronger.
With me hitting rock bottom, Jay was the only one who struggled to revive me so I tried to cut down on smoking "marijuana". Jay tried to occupy my mind by encouraging me to write music with him. I came to find out he was such a privileged child who just wanted to produce music so that it what we did at his house.
He convinced me that the only way to heal my heart was to write it on paper and say it out loud. So that is how I started to write lyrics. Even though they were depressing and suicidal. Jay thought I was getting somewhere.
I spent a lot of time in his recording studio with him then one day, we did record our first track "Cheater’s thing"
"How much pain can my heart take?"
"…you were my baby"
Everything I did was for you and only you
You were my first kiss and now you kissing the enemy?
"I just can’t let you leave without a reason"
"I’m caught up in this cheater’s thing"
"Baby you, Baby hey hey"
"…Now that I can’t deny or even lie"
"I’m caught up in this cheater’s thing"
"Baby how could you leave me hanging"
"Never called me"
"Plead to be loved but all I got was betrayal"
"Ok that is it, B get in here so we can talk business" Jay instructed as he kept eye contact through the glass.
I got into the recording room, where he was seated trying to tune the tract to the right sound then he replayed it for me to hear.
"Hey am really feeling this," he said as he turned his chair towards me
"Really you think we are going to be famous like ‘Beyonce’ and ‘Jay’"
Sure more like "Chess and Etta James" you will be my number 1 bitch, he said jokingly.
"Ha-ha-ha sure Chess" I replied sarcastically reaching for his thigh, accidently I felt his male parts, he was hard down there. And slowly I raised my eyes to his face. I was met with hungry eyes full of lust and passion.
Laughter feeling died, he stared at me with hunger for something, in a flash he reached for me pulling me on his lap he placed me right on top of his male parts
Oh God this boy was hung as a horse, "you …. You see what you do to me" he huskily whispered in my ear
"I didn’t mean to upset you" I replied with fear
"Oh no, am not angry, I WANT you, all of you I want you I have been wanting you since 11th grade now I cannot hold it any longer come on take away this pain from me please give me peace" he selfishly confessed to me.
"I don’t know how to" I innocently stared at him
His eyes where filled with so much passion and love
"Let me show you, let me…" he demanded as he started to reach for my wife beater (vest) "p-please" I heard him plead with me.
I had to do something so I let him devour my mouth, he kissed me so hungrily while wanting more and more pulling my vest over my head then reached for my D-cups.
Charice and Daniel went on dating as if nothing had happened, Charice was finally happy with the man she truly wanted.
BUT Beatrice was truly hurt and she lost any self control and threw herself into drugs to ease her heart.
BEATRICE P.O.V
I rarely went to school, if I was there I was with Jay all the time he was my strength and armor, I needed him to breath ok let me not exaggerate I needed his support to get by. Today as always we were relaxing in his living room, watching MTV Base.
"I want to smoke my lungs out" I tiredly admitted to Jay. As I leaned on to his shoulder
"NO come on get off that stuff please B it’s not worth it"
"But you sell it to other people" I bluntly stated.
He looked at me, cupped my face with his right hand, and said "those people don’t matter but you do"
"I need that green stuff you better give it to me Jay because I paid for it" I ordered him.
I knew I had reached a dead end but that "stuff" got me through the day.
I had not showered in a week, my hair had grown and now it was curly luckily I was allowed to stay at Jay because I lied to my mom that we were dating so I could do whatever I wanted at any time.
"Come on B, lets it go you have not been in school for a week, you have been here at mine come on go home." I heard Jay complaining. But he knew it was futile.
I could not go home or school, I could not be seen in the same place as Charice or Daniel I avoided both of them as the plague.
Everyone at school pitied me as if I was handicapped I hated that look as if I could not do anything for myself – I knew I was stronger.
With me hitting rock bottom, Jay was the only one who struggled to revive me so I tried to cut down on smoking "marijuana". Jay tried to occupy my mind by encouraging me to write music with him. I came to find out he was such a privileged child who just wanted to produce music so that it what we did at his house.
He convinced me that the only way to heal my heart was to write it on paper and say it out loud. So that is how I started to write lyrics. Even though they were depressing and suicidal. Jay thought I was getting somewhere.
I spent a lot of time in his recording studio with him then one day, we did record our first track "Cheater’s thing"
"How much pain can my heart take?"
"…you were my baby"
Everything I did was for you and only you
You were my first kiss and now you kissing the enemy?
"I just can’t let you leave without a reason"
"I’m caught up in this cheater’s thing"
"Baby you, Baby hey hey"
"…Now that I can’t deny or even lie"
"I’m caught up in this cheater’s thing"
"Baby how could you leave me hanging"
"Never called me"
"Plead to be loved but all I got was betrayal"
"Ok that is it, B get in here so we can talk business" Jay instructed as he kept eye contact through the glass.
I got into the recording room, where he was seated trying to tune the tract to the right sound then he replayed it for me to hear.
"Hey am really feeling this," he said as he turned his chair towards me
"Really you think we are going to be famous like ‘Beyonce’ and ‘Jay’"
Sure more like "Chess and Etta James" you will be my number 1 bitch, he said jokingly.
"Ha-ha-ha sure Chess" I replied sarcastically reaching for his thigh, accidently I felt his male parts, he was hard down there. And slowly I raised my eyes to his face. I was met with hungry eyes full of lust and passion.
Laughter feeling died, he stared at me with hunger for something, in a flash he reached for me pulling me on his lap he placed me right on top of his male parts
Oh God this boy was hung as a horse, "you …. You see what you do to me" he huskily whispered in my ear
"I didn’t mean to upset you" I replied with fear
"Oh no, am not angry, I WANT you, all of you I want you I have been wanting you since 11th grade now I cannot hold it any longer come on take away this pain from me please give me peace" he selfishly confessed to me.
"I don’t know how to" I innocently stared at him
His eyes where filled with so much passion and love
"Let me show you, let me…" he demanded as he started to reach for my wife beater (vest) "p-please" I heard him plead with me.
I had to do something so I let him devour my mouth, he kissed me so hungrily while wanting more and more pulling my vest over my head then reached for my D-cups.
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