𝑆𝑘𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐵𝑎𝑏𝑦

Chapter 5

Recap: "so who's your princess?" A voice asks. I turn my body around and notice Hannah standing there. "Hannah I~" right before I could finish my sentence I feel something cold in my right shoulder and fall down

Monday, December 28

"Ah shit" I drop my phone and hold my shoulder trying to stop the blood from spewing out. "Who's your fucking princess" Hannah's demands. "Damn" I mumble. "Answer me!" Hannah yells. I eventually stand up and look her in her eyes. I'm practically hovering over her anyways so it doesn't seem like a big deal to me at all. I look her in her eyes for a little bit before I can open my mouth.

"Well your not my princess" I say but keep on talking. "And watch where your pointing that damn gun"  I mention as I place the non injured arm on the wall. "Ye- Yes ma'am" she stutters. "Now look at me" I say before I place my hand underneath her chin. "I said look at me" I demand. Hannah picks up her head and finally looks me in my eyes. "Good Girl" I say slyly. Hannah makes a small noise but I don't mind it.

"Tell me princess" I say but continue to speak with sly words. "Why'd you shoot me?" I ask. She didn't say anything at first so I scare her by slamming my palm into the wall. *SLAM* Hannah jumps a little. "Answer me damnit!" I huff at her. "Stop you're  scaring me" Hannah says on the verge of tears. "Answer me then" I demand at this point.

At first she didn't say anything which is surprising. "I didn't mean to shoot you.... I just did it out of anger because you called someone else your princess" she pouts. I look back and fourth between her eyes and laugh. "Of course I did. What makes you think that you're my only princess... I find that quite hilarious" I say as I'm laughing in her face. "Stop laughing at me. I thought we were dating. I thought you were serious about me. Why can't you see that I'm in love with you?" Hannah pouts again.

"Hannah dear I think I can love you I think.." I say. "Well what's this between us?" She asks. "You know I have feelings for you you know that" I explain to her. "You think or you know?" She says on the verge of tears. "I think" I respond. "What do you mean you think you can love me?" Hannah says as tears are dropping from her eyes. "I don't know Hannah I just think I can love you" I explain briefly.

"Skylar but you- you just said that you have feelings for me and now your saying that you think you can love me..." she says. I guess she's a dumb brat after all . "I know what I said Hannah" I say. "Well... I'm confused..." she says. "What part don't you understand?" I ask. "Everything... this... us me you I don't get it" Hannah says. At this point she's wiping her tears and I'm trying so hard not to laugh.

"I just told you how I felt I think I can love you but I still like you. Why can't you get that through your thick head" I yell at her. "Skylar that's not what I meant you let me ride your thigh and do things that I couldn't imagine doing so therefore I don't get it... I just don't get how I'm in love with you but you can't love me back. Why can't you love me?" She asks. Part of the reason I can't love her is because her mom is a fucking drug addict and is trying to come after me and my family and possibly murdering them too. Another reason I can't love her is because I can't... I don't know how to love someone I only like them and date them for a while and then move on. It's nothing new it's just how I was raised.

"Because Hannah your still in love with him" I lie. "I'm not in love with him anymore" she argued. Why is she lying to me I can clearly see it in her face she's lying. "Hannah please stop lying to me we've been dating for three days and you've recently broken up with Cody and he was at your house looking for you." I say sternly. "Bu- that doesn't mean anything Skylar" Hannah says as she's trying to aim for my hand, I step back from her and place my hand in my pocket. "Don't touch me" I say.

"Skylar no please come on... I'm not even close in contact with Cody. I don't even have his number or his Snapchat or basically anything" she explains out of frustration. "Yes you do why are you lying. Why were you even at Walmart the day me and my father and his crew were picking up something?" I ask. "That wasn't me... I was at home getting beat" she says. Now this she isn't lying she has a scar on her arm and her face is kinda bruised. "What do you mean? There was some girl at Walmart that looked just like you and she even had the same breast and facial features as you" I explain.