Justine's P.O.V.
"What the hell," I say groggily as I sit up on a hard bed. "Where am I? Why am I here? Where's my mom and my sister?!"
"Hey, hey, Justine calm down," somebody says in a low voice, scaring the fuck out of me. "You're safe, they're safe. Just listen to me or I'm gonna have to put you to sleep.. but for a much longer period of time."
He pulled up his black shirt slowly to show the gun he just threatened to kill me with, as well as a bit of his nicely sculpted v-line. This is fucking crazy. I look up into his eyes after he pulls his shirt down. He looked... angry. Angry and hurt all in one. Why was he looking at me like that?
"Why are you looking at me like that, can you tell me what's going on? Why am I waking up in a cold room with a random stranger-"
"DON'T," he trailed off, closed his eyes, and sighed slowly. God, he was handsome. "Please don't call me a stranger. You may not remember me but we are not strangers."
What, nigga? If I don't know you then we're strangers. He turned red and his fist clenched.. Was he about to hit me?
"No I'm not going to hit you, Justine. My name is Rayan Lopez. You call me Agent Lopez. Call me Rayan and you will regret it.. If you need me, oh well," he growled at me as he walked out the door slamming it shut.
The fuck was the attitude for? He still didn't tell me why I was here... I look around and notice my clothes aren't the same. Now I'm wearing this baggy ass white tee and these baggy ass white pants. This shit is ugly where the fuck are my clothes?
As I get up from my bed, I adjust the shirt I'm wearing and open the door.
BOOM!
A bullet zooms right in front of my face, less than a thousandth of a inch from the bridge of my nose.
Why the fuck are there random fucking bullets flying pass my FUCKING face?!
"Who the FUCK told your ass to come outside your room?" I hear Rayan yell at me with an extreme amount of bass in his voice.
I laughed.
"Well Rayan, would you-" My sentence was interrupted by an agonizing slap to the face. "I told you to call me Agent Lopez." WELL SHIT CAN I GET A FUCKING WARNING FIRST? "I did give you a warning Justine but since you wanna be a curious bitch, we can check out the facility." Did he just read my fucking mind?
This was gonna be a very long stay at Anger Management Problems Hotel...
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YEAHH I BET THIS THE FIRST BOOK YOU READ WITH AN AGGRESSIVE RAY! (: Well I know this chap. was horrific but the story will get better, and I promise I won't leave you hanging on this one. It's the summer and I will be on much more to update. So enjoy.
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