`Trash; [28 A Nick J Bad Boy Story.

Word of the day: TRUCULENT \TRUCK-yuh-luhnt\ , adjective; 1.Fierce; savage; ferocious; barbarous. 2.Cruel; destructive; ruthless. Could it be possible that Selena loves me already? I mean its only been a short amount of time since she’s actually decided to give me a chance. Actually, its only been a few days since we’ve even met. Maybe she was confused. Maybe she was in love with a Nick that didn’t exist. One that she believes was the real me, but she couldn’t possibly love me. The me that hurt her? The me that almost took her innocence? No, it wasn’t possible. She squirmed in her sleep, pushing against my side as she moved. My left hand pushed away the tousled bangs that hung before her softly shut eyes and I laid there admiring her true beauty through the soft glow of the moonlight. It brought me back to the day I saved her in the alley. Her lips were no long swollen, yet her cheek still had a faint purple hue to it. I knew that was from the combination of hits she endured in the last couple of days. Seeing her like this, innocent and fragile under her immense fatigue, made me realize what an idiot I’ve been to her. This girl that was laying next to me, so warm and so sweet, didn’t know anything about the city life and I didn’t help her experience here. I’ve only managed to make it more unpleasant for her. She only wanted to escape the horror she was living in Texas, but it followed her here anyway. She called my name in her sleep again and I snapped back to reality …