Give Me Poison Alternate Ending
A/N: I haven’t written anything in a really long time, or watched wrestling, so constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated. Also, I apologize for this chapter being so short. That being said, I hope you enjoy!
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Give Me Poison
Chapter One
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The past should stay in the past, no matter how much you think you miss it. The past – while there were good times – is a place I never wanted to revisit ever again. It was an intense love affair, filled with passion and bursting with emotion, although, that was only on my part. If I’m honest, I don’t think he cared much about me. It took me a while to realize this, but when I did, it took a lot of courage to leave him. At the time, I hoped that when I broke …show more content…
It was rougher than I remembered. His voice was what drew me to him in the first place. It especially turned me on when he yelled. I guess that’s why I stayed. It makes sense to me, at least.
He rose from his seat, and I felt my heart stop beating. I didn’t expect it. I hoped to leave before he saw me. Maybe, he won’t notice me. After all, he didn’t care about me, right? I couldn’t breathe. I needed air. But I had to prove that I could bear to talk to him, so my feet stayed planted.
I felt a weight being lifted off my shoulder when he went through the door. Good. I leaned back in my chair, and the waitress came with my Sprite. Just as she did, Jon came back in the diner and he laid his hand on her ass. I sat there, very uncomfortable, but he didn’t notice me.
But then out eyes met. Goddammit. My heart was racing, and I wanted to storm out, but his gaze kept me under control. “Jon…” I said. I cleared my throat and looked at anything but him. “Um, hi.” I greeted. I secretly hoped he would go away, because all my past emotions, all that pain, everything I tried so hard to move on from; they were all resurfacing.
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Give Me Poison
Chapter One
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The past should stay in the past, no matter how much you think you miss it. The past – while there were good times – is a place I never wanted to revisit ever again. It was an intense love affair, filled with passion and bursting with emotion, although, that was only on my part. If I’m honest, I don’t think he cared much about me. It took me a while to realize this, but when I did, it took a lot of courage to leave him. At the time, I hoped that when I broke …show more content…
It was rougher than I remembered. His voice was what drew me to him in the first place. It especially turned me on when he yelled. I guess that’s why I stayed. It makes sense to me, at least.
He rose from his seat, and I felt my heart stop beating. I didn’t expect it. I hoped to leave before he saw me. Maybe, he won’t notice me. After all, he didn’t care about me, right? I couldn’t breathe. I needed air. But I had to prove that I could bear to talk to him, so my feet stayed planted.
I felt a weight being lifted off my shoulder when he went through the door. Good. I leaned back in my chair, and the waitress came with my Sprite. Just as she did, Jon came back in the diner and he laid his hand on her ass. I sat there, very uncomfortable, but he didn’t notice me.
But then out eyes met. Goddammit. My heart was racing, and I wanted to storm out, but his gaze kept me under control. “Jon…” I said. I cleared my throat and looked at anything but him. “Um, hi.” I greeted. I secretly hoped he would go away, because all my past emotions, all that pain, everything I tried so hard to move on from; they were all resurfacing.