𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋✔︎

𝑀𝑦 𝐹𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝐺𝑖𝑟𝑙. ¹⁶

[Aneka]

*knock* *knock* *knock*

"Aneka, open up. I got something for you to try on." I unlocked the door and opened it. He handed me this purple and black stripped long sleeved shirt along with some black ripped jeans.

"Do you need help?" Tadashi offered and I shook my head no.

"It's okay but thank you." I smiled then closed the door, locking it.

I really need to plan something.

I took my clothes off and tried the long sleeved shirt and pants on. It fits nice, not to big or loose and not skin tight or anything. He really nailed my size.

"Does the clothes fit? Step out so I could see how it looks." Tadashi asked. I unlocked the door and opened it, stepping out.

"Look's nice!" He smiled and I grinned.

"You have such a nice body. You could literally wear anything and you'd still look so good." Tadashi stepped forward, getting close to me. He looked around to see if anyone was looking then grabbed my hand and pulled me into the changing room.

"Tadashi, I don't think this is a good idea." I told and he backs me up against the wall, making me almost choke on the lump in my throat, but I swallowed it as if it was like a big horse pill.

"I don't care." He whispered and I felt like I wanted to cry.

Tadashi acts as I'd he could do whatever he wants. It's kinda scary cause whenever he does do what he wants and gets caught, he knows how to escape or get away. He's slick.

"Tadashi, not-" I whimpered when I felt his hand go into the jeans I was wearing, teasing my area with his middle finger.

"Not what? Finish your sentence." Tadashi teased.

"Not here." I whispered and he grinned devilishly.

"What was that, angel? I couldn't here you."

"I said not here!" I grabbed his wrist, pulling it out of my pants and going to unlock the door.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back.

"When?" He asked.

"Home." I answered.

Did I really say home?

It's not my home. My home is with my husband. That's my home. His home isn't mine. It won't ever be. It never will. He's nothing to me.

"Get changed. I'm buying the clothes." Tadashi let's go of my wrist and went to unlock the door. He stepped out and closed the door behind him, leaving me alone in here.

He didn't even grab me harshly and when I told him to stop, he stopped.

He's still a bad man. He's killed people. He kidnapped you. He's not a nice guy.

I got undressed and changed to the clothes I came here wearing. When I was done, I folded the clothes and walked out. I saw Tadashi talking to a girl.

"Tadashi?" I called out and he turned his head to me.

"Come over here." He motioned and I walked over, trying not to show a limp in my walk.

"This is Gretchen. Gretchen, this is my sister, Aneka." Tadashi introduced.

Sister?

"Say hi." He nudged my side before throwing an arm around my shoulder.

"Um...hi." I spoke. It's been so long since I've interacted with another person.

How many days has it even been?

"Hey! Heard it was your birthday so...happy birthday." She said with a smile. Why does she keep smiling at me? Why is she even telling me happy birthday, it's not my birthday-

"Thank her, Aneka." He nudged.

"Th-Thank you." I whispered.

"Your little sister is so cute." She says while turning her head to face Tadashi.

"Yeah, she's just shy. Social anxiety." He whispered to her and I stood there as if I didn't here.

"Anyway, I'll be getting this." He snatched the stuff out of my hands, putting it onto the counter. I just looked down at my feet as I hear them flirting with each other.

"I'll be outside the store." I whispered as if he could hear me and walked off, leaving him alone with that girl.

I walked over to a bench where an old man was sitting by himself.

"Date went bad?" The man asked, causing me to turn my head to face him.

"Excuse me?" I wondered.

"A date. Were you on a date?"

"Oh! N-No, I'm not. It's complicated between us." I answered and he nods his head.

"He here with you?"

"Yeah, he's busy talking to some other girl." I told.

"Seems like an asshole, if you asked me." He told and I let out a little chuckle.

"Yeah, he is. But there's something about him that makes me wanna stay. Call it toxic but I just...can't get the courage to leave him." I confessed.

"Do you love him?"

I turned my head again to face him. Do I?

"I-...I don't know." I started thinking about it.

"Has he told you?"

"No, he hasn't."

"Well, problem solved." He said before tapping the cane he had in his hand twice.

"Problem solved?"

"The relationship is toxic, obviously. You can't leave him and you're wondering why? You have another question that needs to be answered in order to answer why you can't leave."

"What's the other question?"

"Does he love you or do you love him?"