"The only thing that keeps me sane is either violence or fucking... so unless you wanna bend over for me, I suggest you let me go." He whispered harshly against my neck, pressing me more against the wall with his body, making my breath hitch.
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Anaya POV:
Running my fingers through my hair, I stood in front of my mirror contemplating how I should tie it. I had managed to get a few hours of sleep before my alarm went off at six in the morning. I had a routine which I stuck by like a lifeline. Wakeup at 6 am, do yoga for 30 minutes before getting ready for school.
After shower, I had decided to go with dark blue skinny jeans that was ripped at the knees and a grey long sleeve top that showed a hint of my toned stomach.
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After a few tries I decided to leave my hair open allowing it to freely flow in its natural curls to my waist. One of the best features of me was my long thick brown hair that I inherited from my mother. I didn't like cutting it unless I really had to and that being the reason why its length was almost up to my butt now. I was tan with a hint of rosy complexion. Standing in front of the mirror, I ran my eyes over my body and face. With a 5'7 height and petite built body, I knew I was pretty. My doe like big blue eyes starred back at me. Quickly putting on eye liner and mascara, I put on some pink gloss on my full lips to give it some shine.
Grabbing my black ankle boots and bag pack, I made my way downstairs where I could hear my parents fussing around in the kitchen.
"Morning lovely people." Rounding up the corner towards the kitchen I announced my presence before walking inside. A habit I made sure to enforce upon myself after once walking into something that I really had no intention of ever seeing. Shuddering at the memory, I took out my mobile just as I poked my head inside the kitchen.
"We're decent honey, just come inside." My father looked at me with amusement shining in his eyes. Smiling I walked over and gave him a hug which he returned by squeezing me tightly nearly knocking the air out of me.
"Easy there Roger, wouldn't wanna crack her ribs now would we?" Laughing my father released me, allowing mum to wrap her arms around me. "Morning honey", she whispered in my hair. Pulling away from her, I took a seat on a stool by the kitchen counter. This is one of the reasons why I prefer waking up early. Both my parents were surgeons which meant they were rarely home. When they are home, I spend as much time as I can with them. Mum was of Indian descent and dad was an American. They met while studying medicine in college and sparks instantly flew.
