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Girl where are you ? It's been a while 😞

Its been way too long. I didn't even know people were still checking for this story. 

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Come backkkkkkkkkkkk

😭😭

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That onsie just blew me a way. Javi needs to try to talk to Avery with his counselor their to kind of give her some insight on what all is going on within his head. I feel like even if she chooses not to stay with him at least she will have some insight on what he's dealing with emotionally. I always look forward to when you update 😘

I'm so late to even answer this. Either way, thanks for you support honey!

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I need an update!!azzap! You can't leave us with thT tantilizing chapter thEn dip!! Wtf girl :'(

😭😔 I'm so sorry babe!

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Do you think you would ever finish !? I come back and read this story often it’s such a good read and I would love if you continued. Great either way

I really wish that I would have finished it for you guys. Its been so long and I lost my entire thought process with this story. I'm sorry love, but as of now probably not. 

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Oh and if you are still writing, please feel free to add the links to your stories here or message them to me! I will gladly share them!

Wow

It has been way too long since I've been on here. The fanfic world run was IT. Writing was and still us one of my greatest passions. I'm so sad to see that the fanfic works dried up. Is anyone still writing on here? If so all the support and love to you! Hope everyone is finding peace with everything going on!

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Wow

It has been way too long since I've been on here. The fanfic world run was IT. Writing was and still us one of my greatest passions. I'm so sad to see that the fanfic works dried up. Is anyone still writing on here? If so all the support and love to you! Hope everyone is finding peace with everything going on!

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Really disappointed that I let this story go to waste. Some years ago and I’m on here currently reminiscing. :(

Shortie: cold case love -Javier's murder story

We opened up a cold case love And it got the best of us And now prints, pictures and white outlines Are all that’s left at the scene of a crime of a cold case love

I sighed deeply before inhaling from my blunt once again staring outside as the rain hit against my window harshly. I tried to steady my emotions while they seemed to desire to run wildly. I wasn’t angry, no, far worse. I was livid. I was hurt. Yes, I was hurting far deeper than any pain that I have experienced before and it was all at the hands of her. Foolishly, I allowed her to tear me apart piece by piece. I was a pawn in her game and I had no idea. I was so fixated on saving her that I failed to realize that it was me who needed to run for the hills. 

Yet you stayed…

The dark voice in my head taunted and that I did. I stayed through every trial and test. I loved her through all of her bad times and this is how she repays me? 

She doesn’t love you…

Not anymore she doesn’t. I’m disgusting in her eyes. A mistake that has taken too long to make. Her words of rejection echoing in my mind pushing me further into misery. How could she do this to me? To us? She was my world and I became her safety net. She only needed me when she had no one left. When she was falling apart and being judged by those around her she came running to me. We were supposed to understand each other, just her and I. We were each other’s safe place. 

She used you…

I became vulnerable. I allowed her to contort my thoughts making it seem to others as if I was the one that needed saving when in fact it was her that was off the hinges. She was completely undone and I was there to pick up the pieces every single time and yet she goes running to someone else. That thought alone caused me to turn and throw my bare fist into my wall causing a crash of materials to fall to my feet. Tears filled my eyes to the brim, but I wouldn’t dare let them fall. I refuse to allow her to get the best of me once again. 

You don’t deserve this…you don’t deserve this pain.

The voices in my head wouldn’t stop. Putting out my blunt I paced back and forth as I tried to understand how to go about this situation. 

She hurt you…you hurt her. 

I couldn’t hurt her. I love her. 

She hates you…she loves him.

I screamed out as the thoughts of her loving someone else filled my mind. Her touching someone else. Kissing someone else. Giving someone else what rightfully belongs to me. 

Show her. 

Just as I began to pace faster a light sound came from the direction of my bedroom door signaling that someone was here. Glancing up, my glare met hers. Drenched from head to toe, she stepped further inside stripping out of her shoes. Without saying a word, I watched as she then began to strip out of her wet clothing. 

“I walked here,” she spoke. 

Still I said nothing. 

“David is on a business trip again,” she chuckled. 

I scoffed in anger. Of course he is. She sauntered around me and dipped into the dresser that kept all of my t-shirts. Slipping one on, she brushed passed me once again before plopping down onto the bed. 

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” she jokes. 

“Why are you here?”

“Oh don’t act like you do not want me here,” she argued. 

“I don’t.” 

“You’re lying.” 

“You’re only here because he is not.” 

She laughed, “oh we’re not doing this again are we?” 

I cringed. This was her little twisted sick game and like a little puppy she expected me to just obey. 

“You’re right, we’re not. Get the fuck out of my house!” 

“Excuse me? You’re lucky I even came to see you in the first place! You need me I don’t need you! I have someone who loves me! You’re the one who doesn’t!” 

“Shut up,” I begged not wanting her to further her lash out. 

“No, you’re a waste! A sad, twisted, fucked up waste who nobody would want to be with! I wasted my time with you thinking that I needed you, but it is you who needs me! I only come around so you don’t off yourself,” she spewed each word hitting me like a ton of bricks. “but I mean, what do I even care?” she chuckled darkly her gaze never leaving mine. 

“You don’t mean that,” I broke attempting to hide my emotions as much as possible. 

“Oh, but I do. You’re a low income new artist who can’t even tell reality from the fucked up imaginary scenarios that you make in your head. You live in this fantasy world where you and I are supposed to run off into the sunset and live happily ever after. Well, that’s a lie Javier! I don’t want to run off into the sunset with you! Open your damn eyes and realize that I love someone else and you, you’re just the nigga that will deal with my bullshit when no one else will. You’re the fucked up part of me. Nothing more, nothing less,” she stated breathing heavy as she finished her rant. 

My heart ached and in any minute I felt as though I could drop dead right then and there. We stared at each other and in this moment, I wish my gaze was filled with just as much hatred as hers, but I know better. I know that under all of this hurt, I still love her and long for her to love me.

But she doesn’t you idiot. Did you not hear her? She doesn’t want you, she wants him. 

I shake my head as I try to shake the tears that cascaded down both cheeks. 

“Oh please,” she scoffed before sitting up from the bed. 

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Hi, can I have a chapter list please?

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I NEED A FF WITH HIS FINE ASS

Just a reminder that Algee is out here looking like a thanksgiving dinner plate 😍 I’m so proud of all of his accomplishments💖

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Cops kill this student, after getting arrested his family did not know how he died until it was too late

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Shortie: cold case love -Javier's murder story

We opened up a cold case love And it got the best of us And now prints, pictures and white outlines Are all that’s left at the scene of a crime of a cold case love

I sighed deeply before inhaling from my blunt once again staring outside as the rain hit against my window harshly. I tried to steady my emotions while they seemed to desire to run wildly. I wasn’t angry, no, far worse. I was livid. I was hurt. Yes, I was hurting far deeper than any pain that I have experienced before and it was all at the hands of her. Foolishly, I allowed her to tear me apart piece by piece. I was a pawn in her game and I had no idea. I was so fixated on saving her that I failed to realize that it was me who needed to run for the hills. 

Yet you stayed…

The dark voice in my head taunted and that I did. I stayed through every trial and test. I loved her through all of her bad times and this is how she repays me? 

She doesn’t love you…

Not anymore she doesn’t. I’m disgusting in her eyes. A mistake that has taken too long to make. Her words of rejection echoing in my mind pushing me further into misery. How could she do this to me? To us? She was my world and I became her safety net. She only needed me when she had no one left. When she was falling apart and being judged by those around her she came running to me. We were supposed to understand each other, just her and I. We were each other’s safe place. 

She used you…

I became vulnerable. I allowed her to contort my thoughts making it seem to others as if I was the one that needed saving when in fact it was her that was off the hinges. She was completely undone and I was there to pick up the pieces every single time and yet she goes running to someone else. That thought alone caused me to turn and throw my bare fist into my wall causing a crash of materials to fall to my feet. Tears filled my eyes to the brim, but I wouldn’t dare let them fall. I refuse to allow her to get the best of me once again. 

You don’t deserve this…you don’t deserve this pain.

The voices in my head wouldn’t stop. Putting out my blunt I paced back and forth as I tried to understand how to go about this situation. 

She hurt you…you hurt her. 

I couldn’t hurt her. I love her. 

She hates you…she loves him.

I screamed out as the thoughts of her loving someone else filled my mind. Her touching someone else. Kissing someone else. Giving someone else what rightfully belongs to me. 

Show her. 

Just as I began to pace faster a light sound came from the direction of my bedroom door signaling that someone was here. Glancing up, my glare met hers. Drenched from head to toe, she stepped further inside stripping out of her shoes. Without saying a word, I watched as she then began to strip out of her wet clothing. 

“I walked here,” she spoke. 

Still I said nothing. 

“David is on a business trip again,” she chuckled. 

I scoffed in anger. Of course he is. She sauntered around me and dipped into the dresser that kept all of my t-shirts. Slipping one on, she brushed passed me once again before plopping down onto the bed. 

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” she jokes. 

“Why are you here?”

“Oh don’t act like you do not want me here,” she argued. 

“I don’t.” 

“You’re lying.” 

“You’re only here because he is not.” 

She laughed, “oh we’re not doing this again are we?” 

I cringed. This was her little twisted sick game and like a little puppy she expected me to just obey. 

“You’re right, we’re not. Get the fuck out of my house!” 

“Excuse me? You’re lucky I even came to see you in the first place! You need me I don’t need you! I have someone who loves me! You’re the one who doesn’t!” 

“Shut up,” I begged not wanting her to further her lash out. 

“No, you’re a waste! A sad, twisted, fucked up waste who nobody would want to be with! I wasted my time with you thinking that I needed you, but it is you who needs me! I only come around so you don’t off yourself,” she spewed each word hitting me like a ton of bricks. “but I mean, what do I even care?” she chuckled darkly her gaze never leaving mine. 

“You don’t mean that,” I broke attempting to hide my emotions as much as possible. 

“Oh, but I do. You’re a low income new artist who can’t even tell reality from the fucked up imaginary scenarios that you make in your head. You live in this fantasy world where you and I are supposed to run off into the sunset and live happily ever after. Well, that’s a lie Javier! I don’t want to run off into the sunset with you! Open your damn eyes and realize that I love someone else and you, you’re just the nigga that will deal with my bullshit when no one else will. You’re the fucked up part of me. Nothing more, nothing less,” she stated breathing heavy as she finished her rant. 

My heart ached and in any minute I felt as though I could drop dead right then and there. We stared at each other and in this moment, I wish my gaze was filled with just as much hatred as hers, but I know better. I know that under all of this hurt, I still love her and long for her to love me.

But she doesn’t you idiot. Did you not hear her? She doesn’t want you, she wants him. 

I shake my head as I try to shake the tears that cascaded down both cheeks. 

“Oh please,” she scoffed before sitting up from the bed. 

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WHO IS DIS?! 😂

The funniest video of 2017

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Shortie: cold case love -Javier's murder story

We opened up a cold case love And it got the best of us And now prints, pictures and white outlines Are all that’s left at the scene of a crime of a cold case love

I sighed deeply before inhaling from my blunt once again staring outside as the rain hit against my window harshly. I tried to steady my emotions while they seemed to desire to run wildly. I wasn’t angry, no, far worse. I was livid. I was hurt. Yes, I was hurting far deeper than any pain that I have experienced before and it was all at the hands of her. Foolishly, I allowed her to tear me apart piece by piece. I was a pawn in her game and I had no idea. I was so fixated on saving her that I failed to realize that it was me who needed to run for the hills. 

Yet you stayed…

The dark voice in my head taunted and that I did. I stayed through every trial and test. I loved her through all of her bad times and this is how she repays me? 

She doesn’t love you…

Not anymore she doesn’t. I’m disgusting in her eyes. A mistake that has taken too long to make. Her words of rejection echoing in my mind pushing me further into misery. How could she do this to me? To us? She was my world and I became her safety net. She only needed me when she had no one left. When she was falling apart and being judged by those around her she came running to me. We were supposed to understand each other, just her and I. We were each other’s safe place. 

She used you…

I became vulnerable. I allowed her to contort my thoughts making it seem to others as if I was the one that needed saving when in fact it was her that was off the hinges. She was completely undone and I was there to pick up the pieces every single time and yet she goes running to someone else. That thought alone caused me to turn and throw my bare fist into my wall causing a crash of materials to fall to my feet. Tears filled my eyes to the brim, but I wouldn’t dare let them fall. I refuse to allow her to get the best of me once again. 

You don’t deserve this…you don’t deserve this pain.

The voices in my head wouldn’t stop. Putting out my blunt I paced back and forth as I tried to understand how to go about this situation. 

She hurt you…you hurt her. 

I couldn’t hurt her. I love her. 

She hates you…she loves him.

I screamed out as the thoughts of her loving someone else filled my mind. Her touching someone else. Kissing someone else. Giving someone else what rightfully belongs to me. 

Show her. 

Just as I began to pace faster a light sound came from the direction of my bedroom door signaling that someone was here. Glancing up, my glare met hers. Drenched from head to toe, she stepped further inside stripping out of her shoes. Without saying a word, I watched as she then began to strip out of her wet clothing. 

“I walked here,” she spoke. 

Still I said nothing. 

“David is on a business trip again,” she chuckled. 

I scoffed in anger. Of course he is. She sauntered around me and dipped into the dresser that kept all of my t-shirts. Slipping one on, she brushed passed me once again before plopping down onto the bed. 

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” she jokes. 

“Why are you here?”

“Oh don’t act like you do not want me here,” she argued. 

“I don’t.” 

“You’re lying.” 

“You’re only here because he is not.” 

She laughed, “oh we’re not doing this again are we?” 

I cringed. This was her little twisted sick game and like a little puppy she expected me to just obey. 

“You’re right, we’re not. Get the fuck out of my house!” 

“Excuse me? You’re lucky I even came to see you in the first place! You need me I don’t need you! I have someone who loves me! You’re the one who doesn’t!” 

“Shut up,” I begged not wanting her to further her lash out. 

“No, you’re a waste! A sad, twisted, fucked up waste who nobody would want to be with! I wasted my time with you thinking that I needed you, but it is you who needs me! I only come around so you don’t off yourself,” she spewed each word hitting me like a ton of bricks. “but I mean, what do I even care?” she chuckled darkly her gaze never leaving mine. 

“You don’t mean that,” I broke attempting to hide my emotions as much as possible. 

“Oh, but I do. You’re a low income new artist who can’t even tell reality from the fucked up imaginary scenarios that you make in your head. You live in this fantasy world where you and I are supposed to run off into the sunset and live happily ever after. Well, that’s a lie Javier! I don’t want to run off into the sunset with you! Open your damn eyes and realize that I love someone else and you, you’re just the nigga that will deal with my bullshit when no one else will. You’re the fucked up part of me. Nothing more, nothing less,” she stated breathing heavy as she finished her rant. 

My heart ached and in any minute I felt as though I could drop dead right then and there. We stared at each other and in this moment, I wish my gaze was filled with just as much hatred as hers, but I know better. I know that under all of this hurt, I still love her and long for her to love me.

But she doesn’t you idiot. Did you not hear her? She doesn’t want you, she wants him. 

I shake my head as I try to shake the tears that cascaded down both cheeks. 

“Oh please,” she scoffed before sitting up from the bed. 

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Shortie: cold case love -Javier's murder story

We opened up a cold case love And it got the best of us And now prints, pictures and white outlines Are all that’s left at the scene of a crime of a cold case love

I sighed deeply before inhaling from my blunt once again staring outside as the rain hit against my window harshly. I tried to steady my emotions while they seemed to desire to run wildly. I wasn’t angry, no, far worse. I was livid. I was hurt. Yes, I was hurting far deeper than any pain that I have experienced before and it was all at the hands of her. Foolishly, I allowed her to tear me apart piece by piece. I was a pawn in her game and I had no idea. I was so fixated on saving her that I failed to realize that it was me who needed to run for the hills. 

Yet you stayed…

The dark voice in my head taunted and that I did. I stayed through every trial and test. I loved her through all of her bad times and this is how she repays me? 

She doesn’t love you…

Not anymore she doesn’t. I’m disgusting in her eyes. A mistake that has taken too long to make. Her words of rejection echoing in my mind pushing me further into misery. How could she do this to me? To us? She was my world and I became her safety net. She only needed me when she had no one left. When she was falling apart and being judged by those around her she came running to me. We were supposed to understand each other, just her and I. We were each other’s safe place. 

She used you…

I became vulnerable. I allowed her to contort my thoughts making it seem to others as if I was the one that needed saving when in fact it was her that was off the hinges. She was completely undone and I was there to pick up the pieces every single time and yet she goes running to someone else. That thought alone caused me to turn and throw my bare fist into my wall causing a crash of materials to fall to my feet. Tears filled my eyes to the brim, but I wouldn’t dare let them fall. I refuse to allow her to get the best of me once again. 

You don’t deserve this…you don’t deserve this pain.

The voices in my head wouldn’t stop. Putting out my blunt I paced back and forth as I tried to understand how to go about this situation. 

She hurt you…you hurt her. 

I couldn’t hurt her. I love her. 

She hates you…she loves him.

I screamed out as the thoughts of her loving someone else filled my mind. Her touching someone else. Kissing someone else. Giving someone else what rightfully belongs to me. 

Show her. 

Just as I began to pace faster a light sound came from the direction of my bedroom door signaling that someone was here. Glancing up, my glare met hers. Drenched from head to toe, she stepped further inside stripping out of her shoes. Without saying a word, I watched as she then began to strip out of her wet clothing. 

“I walked here,” she spoke. 

Still I said nothing. 

“David is on a business trip again,” she chuckled. 

I scoffed in anger. Of course he is. She sauntered around me and dipped into the dresser that kept all of my t-shirts. Slipping one on, she brushed passed me once again before plopping down onto the bed. 

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” she jokes. 

“Why are you here?”

“Oh don’t act like you do not want me here,” she argued. 

“I don’t.” 

“You’re lying.” 

“You’re only here because he is not.” 

She laughed, “oh we’re not doing this again are we?” 

I cringed. This was her little twisted sick game and like a little puppy she expected me to just obey. 

“You’re right, we’re not. Get the fuck out of my house!” 

“Excuse me? You’re lucky I even came to see you in the first place! You need me I don’t need you! I have someone who loves me! You’re the one who doesn’t!” 

“Shut up,” I begged not wanting her to further her lash out. 

“No, you’re a waste! A sad, twisted, fucked up waste who nobody would want to be with! I wasted my time with you thinking that I needed you, but it is you who needs me! I only come around so you don’t off yourself,” she spewed each word hitting me like a ton of bricks. “but I mean, what do I even care?” she chuckled darkly her gaze never leaving mine. 

“You don’t mean that,” I broke attempting to hide my emotions as much as possible. 

“Oh, but I do. You’re a low income new artist who can’t even tell reality from the fucked up imaginary scenarios that you make in your head. You live in this fantasy world where you and I are supposed to run off into the sunset and live happily ever after. Well, that’s a lie Javier! I don’t want to run off into the sunset with you! Open your damn eyes and realize that I love someone else and you, you’re just the nigga that will deal with my bullshit when no one else will. You’re the fucked up part of me. Nothing more, nothing less,” she stated breathing heavy as she finished her rant. 

My heart ached and in any minute I felt as though I could drop dead right then and there. We stared at each other and in this moment, I wish my gaze was filled with just as much hatred as hers, but I know better. I know that under all of this hurt, I still love her and long for her to love me.

But she doesn’t you idiot. Did you not hear her? She doesn’t want you, she wants him. 

I shake my head as I try to shake the tears that cascaded down both cheeks. 

“Oh please,” she scoffed before sitting up from the bed. 

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