Laying on the bed and watching the ceiling, I traced my finger on my lower lips. It's been hours but I still feel it, feel those soft lips on mine. Funny enough, my nose still hurts from Xavier's punch but I feel I will let that pass, especially when I am in a good mood. Clenching my fists, I groaned as I rolled to a sitting position. The fact that I have let Xavier hit me more than once seems enough to show Emily that I am trying to be a nice guy. "Fucking son of a bitch!". Walking to the bathroom, wash my face, and stared at my reflection in the sink mirror. This isn't the life I wanted, living alone, with no parents, no friends, no family. The only family I thought I had was Xavier, and that's why I hate him so much. "Fucking son of a bitch!" I muttered again. Before I could realize what I was doing, I found my fist in the mirror. My fist hurt but it wasn't anywhere close to the one in my heart, mind you, I am not talking about my nose. For years
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