Candice POV
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When he started the car, when I was not even seated.
My heart raced high
Fear of hurting myself
But his hands held me firm
like a devil who had pushed his bait to hunt but with a second thought.
His grip wanted me to wince.
But I didn't.
I wanted to scream out when he acted like he did nothing.
And for sure he remembers nothing
Not even if we would have had our first time.
Its good thing I slept on the floor.
And now
His questions
The tainted voice
Those wicked grin.
He looks like a bad devil.
But with an angels face.
He is nothing like the heroes I read about growing up.
He doesn't fit into any of those shoes.
In all those stories, there was love
Happiness
It was a fairy tale
Where the hero fell in love with the heroine
But this isn't a
