the first time he choked her, she looked at him with so much hurt in here eyes, that the flames in her pupils turned to smoke, she held her neck, he began to apologize, yet blaming her the whole time, she lunged at him, digging her nails into any place her hands landed, james screamed, and tried to grab her hands, but she switched locations, cussing him the whole time, james stopped to feel his face, and the blood, charlie already was going for her purse, where he knew her blade was, he ran towards the door, and she dropped her purse, and picked up a glass flinging it at him, as the door slammed. she screamed out loud, and slumped down to the floor. she held her face in her hands, thinking all his sweetness left out the door with him, anything that was pure was just damaged, the prophecy became true, she saw it, covering her face, this man was her demise....every reading she gave herself, with james running through her hair, it was a storm, stroking her back, she smiled. closing her eyes. taking white baths, making james join her, james thinking it was sexy, charlie trying to cleanse them both. he smiled at her, sipping a pint, smoking a cigarette, humming to muddy, charlie put her feet on his shoulders, she loved how he adjusted to her, no complaining, her heart beat red, and she started to cry. 'yeah baby this song makes me sad", she wiped her tears and leaned back. their lovemaking was a hurricane in its own, just breathing, constant movements, pushing everything out of each other, quiet peaking, stars shooting, they were too pistols fully loaded, blasting each other over and over again.
James couldn't believe he put his hands on her, he cried outside, the tears stinging the scratches on his face. she would never understand or forgive him, he also knew she was about to stab him if he didn't leave. he loved her fire, but he knew he had taken it too far. they had argued before, she cussed him so bad, he was speechless. but usually they made up in minutes, her brown eyes forgave him. he sat on the bus stop staring blankly. people walked by staring, he knew he was bleeding from his face. she didn't understand, he felt disrespected, she was too flirtatious. she is already beautiful, but the spell behind her eyes was showing, and james wanted that spell to himself, so when he saw her dancing with that man, his hand at the small of her back, shit she was enjoying herself...but i had to fuck it up...he thought. he had to tell her she danced like a whore. he pulled out his handkerchief and dabbed his face. he looked up at her window, and he knew she was crying now. he wiped his face and strolled down the street.
