Your momma had always told you to stay away from bad influences, friends, and especially…bad men

Yet all you were pining for was a horrid man

One that was a heroine addict, aggressive, and cruel.

And yet…you couldn’t take your eyes off the sight of him. The large hands that you wanted to be held by. The saliva you wanted to taste, with the lingering of the marijuana he had just smoked on his tongue

But no, you were sat there on the fucking bricks of your school wall. Watching his hands slide a girls shirt up, before palming the girls breasts. With his fingertips rolling the girls nipples. All whilst his lips were locked on hers. They were sat in the warmth of his car. She was in his lap.

You wanted to be the one there. Not her. What did she do to deserve him?

You were so focused on the sight, you hadn’t even noticed his sight was locked on yours. His eyes narrowing back at you