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The Wrongful Love

Novel By: MiszKeyz
Young adult

Ok i suck at writing summaries especially if nothing is concrete yet but I'll give it a try.....

This is the story of Caithlynn Faith-Peterson, after a gruesome childhood, a bunch of foster homes and a horrific break up, she finally decided to move from her home town in Rhode Island to start a new life in a new city. What will this city bring to her life? A new life experience? A new man in her life? well read and find out...

CAUTION!! There is foul languages in it.. read on your own risk.. don't worry there won't be any sexual scenes in it.. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Aug 14, 2010    Reads: 285    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   

………………"Well babe, it's about that time of our relationship." Damian said.
"What do you mean by that?" I asked.
"I always had this rule that if I was in a relationship with a girl that after eight months in the relationship we would go to bed with each other, or I'll break up with her." He explained.
"What are you trying to tell me that if I don't sleep with you now you'll break up with me? Is that what you're trying to say?" I asked still a little confused.
He smirked and replied "as simple as that".
I couldn't believe what I was hearing, did he really say that or was I imagining things, please got let it be the latter. But as always the gods left me to figure this one on my own. I kept quiet and stared at my so called boyfriend who just ruined the most romantic night of my existence. We were sitting on the beach front near a pier where we could see the sun set at the horizon. It was supposed to be our eight month celebration, but like I said he just ruined it with his stupid comment. When he told me that, I was in a deep shock until I heard him chuckle behind me. I turned around to see his face and he went into a full blown fit of laughter, which pissed me off. I got up from the bench and start darting towards his car leaving him behind sitting all alone on the bench.
He came running after me yelling for me to stop. When I stopped, he turned me around and asked me what's wrong. I didn't reply and turn around him and kept walking.
"For fuck sake, can you stop and tell me what the fuck is wrong with you." He yelled after me.
With that I turned around and yelled back "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?? How dare you ask what the fuck is wrong with me after you tell me something like that and with that stupid smirk on your face after you know all the things I went through? Do you think it's funny? Well here's a news flash for you 'babe' it's not." emphasizing the babe. "I like for you to take me home now, please."
I turned on my heel open the car door and slammed it shut. Through the closed door I could hear him yell 'shit, shit, shit' and punching the air.
Once he got in the car he had a ashamed look on his face. He tried to grab my hand but I pulled my hand away and turned my head to look outside of the window. The ride to my foster house was quiet and awkward. He tried multiple times to talk to me but every time he opened his mouth to say something he shut it back. When we reach my foster home for that year he tried again but this time I didn't even gave him the chance to try, I open the door stepped out and closed it in his face without even looking back. Once I was inside I ran up the stairs and straight into my assigned room, which disgracefully I had to share with the two most annoying teenage girls of the foster home. To avoid getting teased by them again I searched for my mp3 player and pop the ear buds in my ears to seclude myself from the outside world and cried myself to sleep………………………
…………………………I don't know how long I was asleep but when I woke up it was Sunday morning and the sun was shining through the wasted curtains and my mp3 was thrown on the floor next to my bed. I got off of my bed and went in the bathroom to take a shower and clean the smudged make up from my face. When I finish taking a shower I put on some sweat shirt and jeans I bought a year ago with the money I earned babysitting. After I got dressed and had brushed my hair I went downstairs to find something to eat. Entering in the kitchen I got bumped on the leg by a crying Alicia and an irritated Alex after her. I crouched down and picked Alicia up while Alex was screaming at her to 'give it back'. Oh the joy of my life. I turned to Alicia and asked her what she picked she put her hand in her pocket and pulled it back out bringing a frog with it. I let out a shriek as soon as the darn beast had jumped from her open hand into my sweat shirt. I put Alicia down and start shaking my shirt and my whole body for the darn thing to get out. Once it was out I turned to the two devils in front of me that was laughing their ass off and start chasing them out of the kitchen door.
After chasing them for half an hour and tickling them when I caught them I went back inside through the kitchen door to find The Anna's sitting at the breakfast table whispering (planning their next scheme) about something. "Good morning" I said once I was inside. They didn't even answer me I just ignore them and start on my routine for the day. I started by making breakfast for everyone and start with the laundry for the week. Calvin walked in just when I was setting the table and asked if he could help. I told him to go call the twins for breakfast and he went outside to get them. All three of them came running inside and went to sit on the table to eat breakfast. I asked the twins go clean their hands remembering the 'incident' of a while ago and they darted to the bathroom to clean them. When they were back we all sat at the table except Momma and ate breakfast (porridge there wasn't anything else). After breakfast Calvin and the twins went outside and play and I retreat to the laundry room to clean their uniforms and the rest of our clothes.
After I had done that I went to my kids' room and start preparing their school bags for the next day. Then I went to my room and tidy it up for the millionth time and fix my school bag for the next day. The rest of my day was uneventful, after I finished in the rooms I went to the kitchen to make lunch and dinner and play for a while with the kids. I haven't heard from Denny that whole day (thank God, because I was still pissed at him). Around 7.30 the kids were showered and tucked in bed and I was going to do the same thing and let the dream land consume me…………………………


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