"I hate you."
"You really mean that, Princess?"
"Just shut up and kiss me."
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Dominique Smith, a badass senior at Oakwood High. She has long, straight, black jet-color...
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XXXII | Again?
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*You can play the song anytime you'd like, it fits great with this chapter <3
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"Are we really doing this again?" I yelled with my arms across my chest.
This is the thirteenth argument we've had this week over complete bullshit and it was only Thursday.
"Okay! Yeah! Go! Again!" I yelled again as he stormed out the bedroom and slammed the door, causing me to tear up.
It's been like four or five weeks after our romantic date, from there, things just flew downhill.
These past two weeks have gotten worse and I've just been an emotional wreck.
"Ridiculous," I scoff as tears pour down my face while I aggressively lift up the blanket and lay down, before putting the covers over my head, curling up into a ball, and sob.
All I could do was cry.
He'd leave and not come back till maybe three or five am in the morning. At this point, I don't even care where he goes. He never tells me, and I don't have any energy to ask.
I just kept crying and crying, not giving a shit about a thing in the world right now. I'n just too heartbroken to even want to move from the bed or stop crying.
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**Sorry if I change from speaking in First POV to third POV, idrk how I wanna do it but just go along with it LOL.
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It was now 4:13 AM. Alex put his keys down on the kitchen table before making his way upstairs into his and Dominique's bedroom. He scans the bedroom, no sight of Dominique.
