Status Updates From Chasing Memories

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Ahora que no le vayan a hacer nada al perro D:

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Your heart goes apeshit whenever you get close to me. I like it. And you sometimes have trouble swallowing, like right now.” He moved closer. His breath warmed her lips. His I’m-so-getting-in-your-panties confidence crumbled. “Wait. Did you just say you love me?

Your mind games are getting old,” said Chase. “One minute you want me, the next you’ve changed your mind. Back and forth. I’m sick of it! You don’t stop loving someone just because it’s inconvenient, Gin. So, which is it? Are we together or not?” She swallowed hard, her gut heavy as she slowly told him, “Not.

Chase’s arms tightened around her. He stared down at her with all the love he felt in his heart. The time lost waiting on her to come back to him was worth it. She was worth it. He’d gladly sacrifice anything to be with her. She was his one and only.

Tears blurred Chase’s vision. Maybe telling her was a bad idea. He wanted to hit something. Curse the piss poor hand Virginia and he had been dealt from the start. He wanted to stop loving her, but he couldn’t. It was an emotion he couldn’t turn off by flipping a switch, even though loving someone you couldn’t fix hurt like hell.

Austin’s kisses were nothing like Chase’s kisses. It took force that rivaled his to convince him stop. Wiping his saliva off her lips with a hand, she glared at him. “You’re not going to use me to get even with Chase.” “I’m not. I genuinely like you.” “You tattooed an octopus above my vagina,” she said, “with the words Loose Lips sink ships!!

Why do you keep doing this to me?” he asked. “I’m here. I’m standing right here in front of you and you refuse to accept it. This is real, Gin, you and me. I’m real. I love you. I always have.” Chase’s nose pressed against her cheek. She could feel the tears wetting her cheek, his not hers. She shoved him away. “No. Get out. You’re driving me insane!

You’ve really convinced yourself that you hate me, haven’t you? Well, you don’t know shit about hate, Gin. I hate that I got dealt shitty parents! I hate how you make me feel like scum! I hate that you’re always running away from me! And I hate that I ever fucking gave you the power to destroy me!

“What was your diagnosis?” “You don’t remember?” Virginia shook her head. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know. Was she bi-polar? Schizophrenic? Did she have multiple personalities that committed heinous crimes she was unaware of? No. She really didn’t want to know.

Gonna have to skim or DNF. Major triggers with no warning. Sexual abuse, mental illness. How can they not have her multiple personalities treated??? Surprised she is not in a mental hospital.

He wanted her. He would want her tomorrow. He would want her the day after that. He was so damn predictable his chest hurt. His forehead rested against the door. He felt like beating his head against it over and over until things made sense. Why couldn’t he get her out of his system?

THIS CHICK NEEDS A PSYCHIATRIST STAT!!!!!!

At 1:30 am she felt the mattress dip behind her. Her eyes flew open. Arms captured her waist. She could hear his excited breaths coming more rapidly as he molded his body against her backside. She tensed, squeezing tears from her eyes. Not again. Why had she come home? He whispered, “Shh, I just want to hold you and be near you.”

They’d teased her endlessly about her only friend, her imaginary friend. Would Chase tease her like they had? Would he hurt her like they had? Shun her. Even worse – pretend she didn’t exist? What Virginia wanted more than anything was to be normal? Normal like everyone else. Chase made her feel normal, like a teenage girl in love for the first time.