Hang [I T] Up * (HOW TO BREATHE)

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he was finally free. free to walk the streets in ashwick again. jason couldn't be anymore happier than that. though, his facial expression, his actions, was completely opposite than that. but, it was nothing to complain about. that was jason, the emotionless giardina. finally free, wow. that's the only words that flew in his head tonight. he was out. jason was actually out of the institution. so strange, but so good. so confusing, and yet, so pleasing for the twenty four year old. he was finally coming back home to finish what he had started, before shit hit the fan.
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licking across his upper lip, moved cautiously against the streets of ashwick and looked around his surrounding. everything still seem the same, feel the same. nothing changed, which didn't surprise him. this was ashwick, nothing ever changes in this town. besides the new faces that strolls to a town like this. stupid people, he'll call them. left heel, right heel, left heel, stop. was what he heard in his head at the moment, as he continued to walk down the pavement on a tuesday starry dark night. he wanted to touch. he wanted to grasp. he wanted to hunt. jason was feining, lusting, yearning to grab something and rip it apart. he was dying to touch a soul and invade it.. badly.
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move. he coldly said, when he felt a sudden shift against his shoulder. did he just get touch by a human being? did somebody actually grow the balls to bump into jason? his eyes slowly moved to the side, catching a small glimpse of the pedestrian that bumped into him and his blood instantly boiled. a female.

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Jules was out and about on the streets of Ashwick. She didn't have anything better to do. The apartment she was staying in was becoming stifling and needed fresh air. She brought her cigarette to her lips, taking a long drag. She didn't even know why she was still in this place. She would have left a long time ago, but her only reason why she was still holding her ground was because of her.
<P> Her being her niece. Her father was her sister's boyfriend. She was her everything until that one fateful she decided to end her own life. She hated her for it and wish that she would have been there for her, but that was in the past and she couldn't dwell on it. She had her own demons to deal with. She brought her jacket closer to her body, feeling the slight breeze come across her body. She kept her head low, keeping her feet going in front of her in wherever she was going.
<p> Her shoulder came across something, a body she was guessing. She heard the guy telling her to move. She smirked, pushing her way by him. "Fuck off." She continued to walk on as if nothing happened and left it at that.
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she wasn't listening to him. she was ignoring him and that pissed him off to the T. jason licked across his lips, blood boiling furiously now as he glared at the female, feeling himself being pushed again by her and gritted his teeth, fists clenching tightly. so soon in the game already and he already found himself a victim. the words that came out of her mouth, surprised jason deeply. such foul language she had. such, such foul language. he was going to have to fix that.
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watching as he walked off, jason followed behind her, eyes glaring deathly at the back of head, watching her pace down the concrete floor and licked across his lips. without one word, he swiftly gripped a hold of her neck and roughly slammed her against the wall and pressed her body on hers, fingers gripping her neck tightly as his head tilted to the side. no words spoken, he just glared at her, his eyes on his, grasping tightly around her neck.. he wanted an apology and he wanted it now. before she becomes another prize possession on his "barbies" shelf.

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Jules continued to walk her path to whatever the hell she was going. She didn't want to go to her place. She just wanted to be out and about. She brought her cigarette back to her lips, only for her to be taken off guard. She groaned, feeling her body colliding with the wall. She gasped, moving her head, feeling his fingers around her neck. This guy was fuckin' crazy but he had no idea how crazy she was.
<p> She turned, bringing her arm up and onto his wrist around her neck. She brought her elbow towards his face, hitting him a few times, getting him off fo her. Bringing her knee up and into his gut before pushing him back. She sighed heavily, trying to get her breathing back. "Stupid fuck." She slipped her hands into her pockets before walking away once again.
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he kept his eyes coldly on hers, as his grasp around her neck tighten. jason titled his head to the opposite side, eyes widening as he watched her turned to her side and her next reaction, action was meaningless to him. his body jerked back a couple of times as she attacked him, his grip still around her neck but shortly were removed when his head shot up swiftly, feeling her knee against his gut and his body jerking back.. once again. his eyes never took off of hers as she manged to walk away. how cute.
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following her once again, eyes still wide, jason paced swiftly behind her and did the same routine, tightening his hand around her neck, only this time, instead of slamming her to wall he swiftly lifted her small frame up and roughly dropped her on the concrete floor, slowly hovering over her. bringing his eyes back to his, he cocked his head to the side again and leaned forward, fingers gripping her neck again with all his might. be still.

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Jules still had her hands in her pockets as she continued to walk. She wasn't in the mood to be bothered. She wasn't the one to fuck with. She licked her lips, feeling that she was still being followed. Before she could turn, she felt his fingers around her neck. She groaned, feeling her body hitting the concrete. She glared up at him, him telling her to be still. He had the wrong one.
<p> She brought her hand out of her pocket, a knife in hand. She brought it up, stabbing him in his hand, getting him to let go. Bringing her foot up, she pressed into his gut once again. She pushed him back before getting back onto her feet. She brought her foot into his gut. "Stay fuckin' down!" She did it once more before walking away from him once again.
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jason grunt in pleasure, eyes looking down at his now wounded hand as his head very slowly tilted to the side and glanced back down at the petite woman in front of him. still, no words bother to escape from his lips, just a few more pleasurable grunts as she kicked him in the gut a few times. shifting his head to the other side, he watched as she pulled back up to her feet and licked across his lips, gripping her waist tightly before she could walk away and roughly slammed her back against the wall on the side of them.
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pinning her hands tightly above her head, jason rested his knee in between her legs and looked at her, eyes still as cold as ice, but his lips managed to form into a small sly smirk as he nodded his head. she was a firecracker. he liked that. but, he still wanted to harm her because of that. you don't listen, huh little one. he firmly said, not once taking his eyes off of hers, waiting, begging for her next action.

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Jules continued her work, not even giving a shit about this man who thought he could do whatever to her. He had another thing coming. If he wanted to keep coming, she was just gonna keep kicking his ass. She licked her lips, running her fingers over her neck, finally happy she could breathe again. As she went to take another step, a tight grip on her wrists and her back was once again against the wall. She groaned, wincing as her head hit as well.
<p> Her eyes glared at him, moving against him, trying to push him off of her. "Go fuck yourself." She spit in his face, not giving a shit on what he has to say. She just knew that she wasn't backing down.
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jason could instantly tell that this female was going to be a handful. and, he was okay with that. he was very okay that. he loves a challenging female. brings nothing but happy tears in his eyes to know that he will have much more fun than the usual bitches that he always comes across to. thankfully tonight, jason probably met his match. how cruel is that?
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the coldness in his eyes felt like it was getting colder, the moment she spat in his face. he just glared at her, head tilting to the side as his lips slowly, very slowly formed into this smirk; this unknown smirk, as he slowly leaned back and leaned forward again, his body pressing hers as he balled his fist and swiftly knocked her in the side of her head with the bottom of his fist. your parents never taught you any manners, hm? how dare she speak this kind of way to him. that wasn't a good move. not at all.

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Jules fought against him, not getting anywhere with him. It was killing her that she left him get the upper hand. She groaned, trying to pull herself away but she was only making the matters worse as his grip around her neck tightened. She groaned softly, feeling his fist against her temple. She bit down on her bottom lip before bringing her hand across his wounded one around her neck.
<p> She pressed her thumb into the wound, trying to get him to let up. "Fuck you." She muttered lowly, her eyes on him.
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