Grace has always struggled with adulthood and the responsibilities that come with it, So when a handsome man moves in next door to her, the young 19 year old develops an unusual desire for her middle aged neighbor who's hell bent on discipline, bala...
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" Gracie are you okay?"
No response.
Another round of throw up built up my stomach and I hunched over the toilet again to spill everything out. Tears were running down my face nonstop and I was currently in the process of a panic attack. I absolutely hated throwing up, its a deep penetrating fear that i've been fortune enough to not have face a lot but then when it happens...it's bad to say the least.
he was trying to talk to me through the door and I'm sure he could hear my gags and the loud sobs I was letting out which is causing him to be extremely stressed. I'm not trying to ignore him- but I can't find it in me to put a coherent sentence together right now. I so wanted to talk to him, but not under these circumstances. Yeah I had maybe been anxiously looking around for his face in hopes that he would somehow be here at the same time as me... at a club. It was just a little dream that I thought was un achievable because I know Enzo would never ever be at a club- especially not a strip club.
So then why is he here?
" Sweetheart please open the door so I can help you."
I was beginning to speculate that I was imagining him being here, but how would that explain the banging on the door? And the intense, intoxicating sound of his voice very clearly calling my name.
God my name sounds so good coming out of his mouth, God and that nickname...
stop.
By now my sobs have stopped for the most part. Uncontrollable tears were still coming down my face and I was hiccuping like crazy, but my stomach finally settled down and I was able to shakily stand up from my uncomfortable position on the disgusting bathroom floor. Sniffling, I went to open the door but then jumped at my reflection in the mirror as i was passing by. I hurriedly grabbed paper towels and damped it with some water to take off the black mascara that was smeared all over my eyelids and the trail it left on my cheeks.
My mascara was waterproof so barely anything came off, however it was still better than it was 30 seconds ago.
" Grace-"
Finally, I opened the door to reveal the one and only.
He hovered over me like a the statue of liberty. It was so undermining that it made me I back away shyly from his unwavering eyes that were staring me down- instead of looking him in the eyes like I usually would. With my head hung low, I walked back over to the sink and scooped some water into my hands and transferred that into my mouth to wash out the horrible taste of throw up. It's not going to completely get rid of the odor but it definitely cleaned my mouth a little.
