The Bad Boy's Girl (COMPLETE)

Support Group

AMIR

I instantly feel better as I throw the cigarette away and open the door to my car. It shines under the sunlight, and I bite my lip. I have to stop. I really do. For Annie.

Driving away, I sigh, looking out the window. Yesterday was weird, yet worrying. She slept in the deck. And I left her there, not knowing anything in my anger. I Shouldn't have left her there. I've got regrets, and I need to lower myself from weed. I sigh, stopping at the red sign.

Spotting a red and bright add on the silver pole, I peek to read closer. 'SUPPORT GROUP. Addicted to smoking, drugs, alcohol? Call now and join: 333 456 8765.' Before I know it, I'm taking a picture of that. I shook my head and threw my phone on the other seat beside me. "Argh! I'm so stupid," I told myself.

          But for Annie, I will do it. I will have to do it. As the light shines green, I speed front and make some sharp lefts and rights. Annie must be making food, and I don't want to make her wait. Heading home from office, I park my car in the driveway and ring the doorbell. "Amir!" Annie greeted me with a huge smile and a hug. She was radiant and I wasn't.

       I hug her back and steer her into the huge house. She smiled again, backing away, and took my office bag from my hand. "I'll put this away, you get fresh." She told me, and I smiled to myself as I ran upstairs to take a quick shower.

Well, 'quick shower' isn't really in my vocabulary. I take long and warm showers, also putting on some rap songs along to it. I've started to stop, but I can't help the music. Playing some, I get undressed and into the shower. Talk Dirty To Me, starts playing, and I groove along to the music.

Next, My N/gga plays, and I let the warm shower water run down my body, easing myself up. After a long shower, I change into sweats and a tshirt. I'm actually so glad that tomorrow this auntie person is leaving me for good. Yeah, I love Adem, he's my bud, but.. Auntie is a pain in the /ss. I hate her. Yeah yeah, she's my moms sister, but she doesn't act like it.

Speaking of mom, I haven't met her in long. Sighing, I dry my hair and pause the music. Taking my phone and leaving the towel hanging, I whoosh downstairs. "Hey." I said, and Annie turned from the microwave. She looked utterly gorgeous, I just noticed. Her hair was down in waves, her beautiful shirt was clinging to her, and her hijab was loosely on her shoulder since uncle wasn't home. Warda bounced into the kitchen, interrupting us.

"HEYYY! What's up," she asked us, and played along with Annie's long hair as Annie pushed her away, giggling. "You're weird." She stuck out her tongue, and smiled at me.

I was getting seriously annoyed with this family, they were all interrupting my time with Annie. Like, seriously, can you not?? Biting the insides of my cheek, I stood there, then left. If Warda was going to hog Annie, I wouldn't let that. I couldn't. But I reminded myself there was only one day left. A sigh of relief escaped my lips. Be gone! I chanted in my mind, chuckling.

Yeah, I'm mean like that. But I guess annie is changing me every second of the day, when she has the chance she tries to make her lectures funny and entertaining. And she wins.

Walking off, I enter the babies room. Just then, asher starts crying. I smile and hold him close to me. Somehow, after Annie had these two, I actually felt closer to babies. I hate kids. Like with pure hatred. But Annie's happiness is them, so I'm going to get attached with them, to bond with them. After all, they were my blood and my genes. They were part of me and annie. And they always would be. I felt a smile tug at my lips, as to this thought.

       Before Annie, my whole life was one faded black and white movie on repeat. The same old branded stores and expensive champagne in my room. The same old attractive leggy blondes, and the same old jockey and asshole friends. The same old life.