Stay Away 2 (sequel to Stay Away) | #Wattys2015

Chapter 37: Angel

Let me tell you about myself
I'm not scared to die
Been through so much shit
Sometimes I wanna be in the sky

Wanna know how it feels to fly
Wanna know how it feels to fly
I'm scared of hello
I ain't scared of goodbye

I never thought that I would be here
I never thought I'd get this far
If they say life is like a beach chair
Then why am I sitting in the dark?

~ August Alsina

This world is honestly fuckin' sickening. It's getting to the point where heartless motherfuckers are saying some cruel shit and don't realize how much of an affect it can fuckin' have.

I'm annoying? Rude? Boring? Complain too much? Ugly? Overweight? Weird? Heartless? Keep to myself too much?

How about people actually take a motherfuckin' seat and actually get to understand me.

Don't talk shit and when I confront you, in tears, act like you fuckin' care.

Did you know I cut before? Cut back on eating because I felt like I was fat? Keep to myself to avoid getting hurt?

Get to know me and understand me because if you don't, you're fucked up.

This fucked up world...

I had yet another fucked up day to add to this depression.

The bolded words that I wrote first explains how I feel at this point.

I'm gonna kick depression's fuckin' ass. I start my new job soon, I'm now 8 months clean, school's gonna be over before you know it, I'm turning 17 on August 4th, and I have so many fuckin' plans for myself.

Fuck off depression.

I gotta life to live.

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Justin's POV:

Melissa's head rest on my chest as she continues to sleep.

It's been a few days since the Devils gang attack.

Melissa has no idea what's going on, and that this gang shit was inevitable for her because of her parents' decision.

Why are all men who fall in love with Melissa crazy as fuck?

I'm not crazy.

I'm just a simple guy...

Who believes in shooting motherfuckers, violence is the way to solve shit, and being protective as fuck for my family.

That's not crazy.

That's just being careful and caring for my wife and beautiful baby.

Precautions have to be taken.

I don't fuck around.

Melissa stirs in her sleep, and I look down, a smile beginning to form on my face.

I'm trying to keep this whole inevitable gang thing a secret from Melissa to resist stress.

She goes to work almost every morning, and I'm always worried.

Luckily, she's been safe.

But, just because there's no sign yet, doesn't mean there won't be anytime soon.

I kiss the top of her head and pull her closer, assuring myself that she's safe and secure.

I hear her giggle a little, burying her face into my face.

"Baby?," I call.

"Hmmm?"

"Are you finally awake?"

"Mhmm," she responds, nodding my head against my chest.

"Well, Daddy wants his good morning kiss," I rasp, catching her attention fast.

Her head lifts up from my chest, her orbs piercing into mine.

"You're fuckin' joking, right?," she laughs.

I migrate my hand to her ass, grabbing it, causing her to gasp.

"Am I?," I ask, smirking.

She pounds her fists into my chest, causing me to burst in laughter.

"You're such a perv," she whines.

"It's because I fuckin' love you," I say, leaning my face toward hers.

She leans up and pecks my lips.

"I love you more Justin."

She takes a deep breath and gets up, heading towards the bedroom door.

"I'm gonna go check on Bella," she informs.

"Okay baby girl."

I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling.

How the hell did I get lucky?

I've done terrible things, yet I'm somewhat rewarded with an angel.

This angel makes me happy, keeps me somewhat sane, makes me crazy.

This beautiful angel is my wife and she loves me as much as I love her.

I hear the sound the someone running down the hall and seconds later, I see Melissa's breathless, concerned, terrified form in the doorway.

"Bella's not in her room!"

My eyes widen in complete terror and disbelief.

I get up quickly and we both run into Bella's nursery.

My eyes scatter the room.

No Bella.

But, an open window is present.

The Devils gang is smarter than I thought.

I underestimated them once again.

They somehow hacked into my alarm system, taking my little angel away from me.

"Fuck!," I scream.

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Short chap, but the drama continues.

Sorry if I freaked you out from rant as the beginning, I'm just stressed and frustrated.

It's like even if I'm myself, I'm judged..

Like wtf?

Writing it seems to help sometimes.

Anyway..

BELLA'S KIDNAPPED?!

HOLY FUCKIN' SHIT!

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