She was now sixteen
He found a new school for her
They lived in a small flat
A dingy flat
But it was cheap
And they didn't ask questions
Like why a twenty year old man
Was traveling with a beautiful young girl
That he couldn't keep his hands off
Or how he had a suitcase full of
Guns
Polished
Expensive
Deadly
Used
Guns
He didn't like her going to school
He felt restless
She was at school
With boys
Hormonal
Sexual
Perverted
Animalistic
Erotic
Reproductive
Boys
His muscles clenched
He would drop her off
And pick her up everyday
She had friends at school
He saw them whenever he picked her up
Some boys
Some girls
They hung onto her every word
And she didn't talk much
A boy once tried to put an arm round her
Ross jumped out of the car
A gun in his pocket
It called to him
Kill him
Kill the fucker
That girl is yours
She is YOUR Lottie
It's your birth right
She was made for you
Her body is yours
But then he saw her push the boy away
He felt warm
She didn't want the boy
She was his
And she knew it
He walked over to her
She was scared
Scared in case he saw
Scared that maybe the boy would die
"Hello Lottie"
He said her name softly
"And who are you"
The boy spoke
Ross' jaw clenched
"I am Ross and she is my Lottie"
"What like brother and sister"
He shook his head
"Like friends"
He shook his head
"Like boyfriend and girlfriend"
He shook his head
"Like cousins"
Again he shook his head
"We, me and Lottie belong to each other"
He wrapped an arm around Lottie
"I am hers and she is mine"
Ross took a threatening step forward
"And I don't like you touching what is mine"
He grasped the boys collar
"So if you talk to my Lottie again,
There will be a bullet with your name on it, boy"
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Ross and His Lottie
Historia CortaA violent man and a troubled girl A man stood in front of her His eyes held hers He did not trust himself to look at the rest of her Because if her face was this This Fucking Gorgeous Than how would he be able to contain himself At the rest of her B...
