42 | addiction

(n) condition of being addicted to a particular substance or activity

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                    "Catch me if you can!" She yelled before running away, waddling in the water, her laughter contagious, making me laugh along. I grinned, and walked fast to reach her. Her big blue eyes widened and she started moving fast, stumbling through the strong current and I laughed even more.

With a swift move, I caught her in my arms and she squealed, trying to go away but it was too late. I laughed, feeling elated.

I looked down to see her face contorted beautifully into a laughter, her eyes squeezed shut.

She is as beautiful as a Hollywood star. Her thick, wavy, long blonde hair gracefully falling down and bounces as she moves around, as they fall out of her loose bun. Her soft hair made me want to brush my fingers through them. A golden suntan usually brings out her smooth, clear complexion and high cheek bones. Her slightly arched chestnut brown eyebrows highlight her emotions by moving up and down as she reacts to the world around her.

Her large deep blue eyes, remind me of a lake on a stormy day. Every tendril of various shades of incandescent striking white-blue staying lined up next to one and other making her eyes them selves seem like a white tundra, its as if a blizzard is eternally raging on with a black void in the center that are her pupils. They don't capture light, but defy it, they're so, so blue that they literally glow, but there is the occasion that she smiles.

Her curved nose gives her a little girl look that makes me want to smile when she talks. And her mouth is a small mouth outlined by puffy lips that she often accentuates with glossy pink lipstick. When she smiles, which is often, her well formed and even, white teeth brightens up her whole face.

Something is very wrong with me.

But, you have never smiled this much before.

I growled, feeling fear fill me up, a feeling I have been feeling whenever she is around. I felt her not moving anymore and I looked down to see her looking at me.

Her blue eyes filled with confusion and love. I growled again and she narrowed her eyes at me even more. Suddenly, she smiled, surprising me with her actions like she always does.

"Aw." She cooed. "Come on Mr. J! Don't ruin the fun. What's wrong?" She pouted.

I narrowed my eyes at her.

What is she doing to my heart? Why is it beating so fast? My heart only ever beats when I am in a fight or in a race? Why is it beating so fast when she is around?

Why do I even let her live? She must be dead by now. Rotting and decomposing in the sand. But, why do I always stop myself when I want to kill her so much?

Killing is my passion. It is my natural talent. Why does it stop when it comes to her?

Most importantly, why is she even in love with me?

I never did anything for her. Usually, someone loves another for some reason right? What is wrong with her? Is she crazy? If she is, she is much more crazier than me?

Who in their right mind would fall for me?

Who? What? Why?

Questions circled around my head and I breathed heavily. Feeling frustration and blinding rage fill me up again.

No. She will realise she is making a mistake.

After all she is done for you?

Yes. She will realise soon enough. Then she will leave. Everything will be over. I should leave her alone.

She wouldn't leave you alone even if you did.

She should not be involved in this. My lifestyle doesn't fit hers.

She is willing to do anything for you. Can't you see?

I groaned.

God! When did I become such a emotional man? When did I ever worry about women? I have become such a pussy.

Do I still have my ten-inch long dick with me?

I rolled my eyes.

A wide grin made its way onto my face as I smiled widely at her perplexed face.

"Oh. Nothin'." I said and released a sigh of relief, using that as my oppurtunity, I pulled her legs and moved her over my shoulders in a swift move. She screamed loudly and I laughed, feeling the unfamiliar feeling of warmth fill me.

Real genuine happiness, I realised. A happiness that I feel whenever a certain psychiatrist is around. I ignored the nagging at the back of my mind, shouting at me that this is wrong, and followed the new foreign feeling I felt.

Her tiny arms repeatedly beated against my back and I didn't feel an ounce of pain. She was so fragile, like glass, like a baby. I heard a constant screaming to let her go.

Going further until the water was until my chest level, I threw her and she flew away, screaming, "I hate you Mr. J!" as she went deep in the water.

I laughed, clapping my hands, the cool breeze running through my hair. I waited for her to pop out of the water and seek her revenge like I expected but nothing came out. I frowned for a second and bent down, going down the under the water to see her waving her hands around, struggling to swim.

She can't swim.

I immediately reached her and pulled her hands up, holding her close to me and she took a deep breath of air before giving me hard glare. I grinned and suddenly, she pulled me into the water, yanking me down so hard, before I could even take a breath.

Cunning clever bitch.

I smiled and my eyes narrowed in on her face, she was laughing underneath the water, bubbles of air coming out of her mouth. Her eyes squeezed shut.

I grinned at her, and reached her face, my hands cupping her tiny fragile baby-like face as I pulled her to me. Her blonde hair was floating smoothly in the water, making it look like a mane. Like a lioness.

She stopped laughing as she realised what I was doing. A blush appeared on her cheeks and she bit her lip.

Oh shit.

My lips slammed into hers, moving against hers as I pulled her towards me, her hands reaching for my neck, pulling me even further to deepen the kiss. I let my tongue slide into her mouth smoothly exploring her just like what my hands were doing. I growled into the kiss and pulled her up. We emerged out of the water, still kissing.

Something hard panged me in my chest.

Its too late.

I'm addicted to her.

She is a drug that I need to throw away so that I can stop my addiction.

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