I'm starting a new story hopefully someone will read it ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hate. It's a strong word. Love. A strong word also. When you love the person you hate, things are complicated. When you hate the person you love, it's the exact same thing. While people are living their "perfect" lives, I am living a life where it's far from perfect, and the only thing keeping me alive is the one person I can't stand, but also the one person I can't stand to live without. My Matteo. He's tall, he's handsome, he has the lightest hair I've ever seen with lovely smooth, tanned skin, and bright blue eyes. He's amazing. Most people don't see anything wrong with him. I do though. I see everything wrong with him. He took me away when I was 18 years old. I am 21 years old now. I haven't seen my family in three years. It's not a big deal though, we didn't really get along that well anyway. After he had me, he forced me to kiss him. It was the best and the worst thing he ever made me do. When he pushed his soft lips onto mine, I wanted to run and hide wherever I could. But I couldn't. He made me feel weak to my knees and made my stomach go fluttery. I loved and hated that kiss. Right then I knew he was the one. The one I would fall for, the wrong one. But defintely the one. Christiana is my name. "The name of a princess." Matteo had said when he stole me from my home. A lot of people used to say I was probably the most beautiful person in the world. I never believed it. With shiny dark hair that's sometimes brown, sometimes black, mud brown eyes, and a body that I don't love, but don't hate, I think I'm plain. But Matteo thought otherwise. That's why he took me. Matteo is a few years older than I am. But he has a secret that he wasn't supposed to tell me. When I found out, I almost laughed. But the face on him told me he wasn't joking. He told me he wasn't human. That he wasn't sure what he was, but someone or something was after him, and after me as well. He said my beauty was one which a lot of people would kill for, and that's exactly what someone would do to gain mine. He said it was his fault that I was being chased, if he hadn't taken me away they never would've found out about me. I don't blame him. I do blame him. My feelings are all so confusing. Sometimes I think to myself that I wish I'd never met him, but then I imagine what life would be like without him. It would be a boring life; I would still be with my stuck up "friends", have a boyfriend who cheated on me every night with a different girl, and a family who'd ignore me for no reason. I love Matteo with all my heart, I really do. But I hate him with a passion. I have no idea how it's possible, but that's the way it is. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So, what do you think? Yay or nay? or ? Comments please
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Update ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Christiana, we have to go. Now." I woke up to a deep, seductive voice with a slight Italian accent. "Go away!" I moaned. I opened one eye and looked around. It was still dark. "They're coming." Matteo said impatiently. As soon as I heard those words I jumped out of the first bed I had slept on in days. I rushed to the door, forgetting to put some proper clothes on. I saw Matteo smirking at me as I slowly walked back to the bed. "If I were you, I'd wipe that smug look off your face. I won't hesitate to hit you." He pretended to look scared. He came closer to me as I pulled on a shirt. "What do you want?" I asked, feeling irritated that he was so close. He came closer and wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. He planted a long kiss on my cheek before he said, "I want you. But we need to go now before they get here or I'll never see you again." I hated it when he said things like this. He made it so hard for me. Part of me wished that they would find us, so that I'd never see Matteo again. But I know he means too much to me. "I'm ready." I said flatly, pulling on my jeans. Pushing past him, I grabbed my bag and walked out the door. I packed some food and poured myself a drink, waiting for him to lead us away from whoever was after us. In his sleek, black Porsche, the ride to our unknown destination was awkward and silent. A few times he put his strong hand over my mine, but I pulled it away slowly and pretended to scratch my face. After a couple of hours I fell asleep, and let the worries of the night fade away. When I awoke, the car had stopped on a grassy field and the sun was just beginning to rise. I could hear the peaceful chirping of birds in the trees singing their melodious tune. Matteo was breathing heavily, which meant he was in a deep sleep. I quietly got out of the car, trying hard not to disturb him and went for an early morning stroll. I came to a bench near a rosebush and sat down, breathing in the sweet scent of the flowers. My thoughts were those of a happy young child about eight years old, playing in the forest with her best friend. His name was Callum, and she had had a crush on him since they'd first met. Everyone knew he liked her as well, except for her. One day, they'd met up in their secret place in the forest. He'd told her that he was moving away somewhere far, and he might not see her again. She'd started crying after he'd said that. That's when he gave her a kiss on the lips. It lasted only two seconds, but in her mind it felt like years had passed. He looked her in the eyes with his shining emerald ones one last time, his light brown hair blowing in the wind, and ran off. That was the last time she ever saw him. Tears pricked at my eyes as I remembered him. The only person who I could trust with anything. The night he left I ran to our place and buried a box with photos of us and things we thought were special. The day we met we made friendship bracelets and gave them to each other. I've never taken mine off. I can't remember the place I buried our things, but one day I hope I'll find it. "Excuse me, Miss?" A soft voice interrupted my daydream. "Sorry to disturb you, but these parts of the country can sometimes be very dangerous to gorgeous women such as yourself." He blushed as he said that, he didn't mean to. "Oh, I'm s-sorry, I-I didnt mean to—" I stopped his stuttering when I laughed. "It's okay," I comforted. "Accidents happen all the time." That's when I noticed his appearance. "Callum?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hope you like it!