When you think it can’t, think again. Never underestimate your surroundings.
I Am Not a Possession
Just like any new relationship they wanted to spend every moment together. The initial spark of something new made each of them glow. They ventured through their summer days as if no one else existed around them. Day dreaming into each other’s eyes, getting caught up in moments of future possibilities and endless captivating smiles that remain etched into their memories forever seemed to be a perfect start to something neither of them have ever experienced. Ben treated her like a queen; showing her off as a trophy which he was very proud of. Confidence reflected off her like diamonds, blinding her from his true capabilities. Because they met in their English class, Baily Mae disregarded the advice of her friends, could care less if her brother liked him and didn’t think twice when her unconscious intuition made her feel uneasy. This was a huge change from her past relationships, for they usually stemmed from a night at the bar. Eventually, routine set in, wearing down the new shine leaving a path for his deception to seep through the cracks. Their day dreaming became observing, their future possibilities became her escape plans, and the captivating smiles became smirks of hateful intent.
Ben had dark thick hair and chestnut eyes. His cheekbones were high, jawline very firm and he had a confident rhythm to his stride. Baily had a soft spot for the bad boy image; therefore the tattoos arranged spontaneously on Ben’s firm forearms ultimately grabbed her attention. He appeared to be genuine, caring and responsible, but these qualities were a misleading trick to gain possession of a woman’s mended heart.
Baily Mae was known as an Old Soul, because she had the mentality of someone much older than her. She wasn’t a person of many words like most girls, nor did she stand out in a crowd, but she was someone you would never forget. Baily had crystal blue eyes with eye...