The Countess

Chapter 3: "If You Really Want To Know Me"

an hour later, i stormed out off the strip club and started to walk home, but before i walked home. millies shouted, "hey! sandy, sandra, whatever." i turned around and started to cry, "what? millies, what?" "come here and i'll tell you." "whatever... asshole." i walked towards him. he grabbed my arms and kisses me on my lips. i pulled back and slapped him, across the face. "ouch!" he exclaimed, placing his hand on his cheek. "what did you do that for?" he asked me. "because i love you," i sighed. "i fucking love you, millies." "then why did you hit me, sands." "i don't know." he looked at me and said, "i have something to tell you." i looked at him, whipping my tears away. "what is it?" i made an attempt to ask him. "i fell in love with you... way, before... you went in the playboy mansion." "what the fuck?" "bullshit." "for real?" "yeah... and let's make it official, 'cause your famous and all." "well, yeah. i'm a famous-" "don't forget, hot," millies interrupted. "famous stripper." "nooo. you're not a fucking stripper." "berlesque girl, then?" "nooo. not that either." "then what 'em i famous for then, mr smarty pants." "your a famous playboy fucking bunny, bitch." i laughed and said, "that's still a stripper and a berlesque girl, nerd." he looked at me with he's eyes wide opened. "dude, what's with the fucking eyes?" i asked him. "nothing." i smiled.

"come on, let's get my girl home." "only if you don't fuck me in your fucking expensive car." he throws his arms and said, "well, it's technically yours, since you gave me the money to well... go to college and you gave me enough to buy this dope ass fucking car, bitch." "fine." i opened that car door, got in and closed the door. i turned my head and leaned towards the other door. i closed my eyes for a moment then. i opened my eyes to see millies, already in the car. "sandy, i love you." "me too." "just tell the whole world about us." "i don't know if they could take an ex-playboy bunny into their world again." "they will and besides my sister, elizabeth can kick their asses down like fuck." "like fuck?" "like fuck!" i laughed. "you laugh too much." "i fucking know." he smiled. "just drive, babe." he looked towards the front mirror, he stepped on the gas pedal and drove me home.

when millies was driving towards my house. i thought of his brown baby eyes, his bad reputation towards women and my mother. he once thrown up inside my mom's favorite vase and that got him grounded from drinking again at the age of seventeen.