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• Mave • 5'9 • British • flirt • 22 • ^her^

Maves point of view
"I'm gonna make sure you're not gonna do what you did to the last one to her"
I yelled as I pointed at him.
"See Mave , you keep on thinking like that , my brother is gonna answer for you. I know how much dominance he has over you , even if you don't know it . It's there. You'll do anything to make him happy. Please him, feed him etcetera etcetera. While he's still deciding on making you his little slut" he said while laughing at me.

And as hard as I tried to make it seem like he didn't know what he was talking about , deep down I knew he did.
"You're a liar and manipulator I wouldn't dare believe anything out of your gotdamn mouth" I said

He just laughed and pulled out one of his cigarettes. He then began to light it.

He took a puff , then blew out the smoke before saying
"Blah blah blah , yea so scary Mave , so scary ".

"Stay . The . Fuck . Away . From . her" I stated with as much dominance in my tone as I could as I began to make my leave.

"Bye Mave , tell princess I'll see her soon" he laughed as I slammed the door.
I can say , he knew how to infuriate a person.

{Future}

- - - - - - - - - - - - - (at the clothes & crystals shop).

(BONNIES POV)

I was sweeping up my late mothers antique shop , that was passed down from generation to generation.

I guess I'm the last of the family tree , because I have no siblings and I don't plan on having children anytime soon.
I watched as every shop on ruggers street lights went out at exactly 11:30 pm.

I knew that if I were to disobey curfew I would face consequences.
But at this point in life I didn't care.
I just wanted to sit down and cry ,
Ever since my mother passed from natural causes , I've been sick to my stomach.

Even though she was very strict I always loved her. Her lectures her cooking etc. she passed some months after she turned 79... I think she was sick all along and just didn't wanna worry me.
My father died in his late 30s he died at 33 due to gun violence. So that's a plus.
These last 5 years have been hard on my mother and I without him. He was the joy kind of.

Anyways.
I sat behind the counter at one of the rotating stools forgetting to lock the fricking doors , my head was stuffed into my folded arms as I tiredly and silently begin to cry.

I let my mind go to a dream space where I just imagined sitting in an empty field full with the prettiest green grass ever seen to human eyes.
I guess I dozed off for a while because I soon woke up to a loud banging sound
The light was pretty dim , dim enough for me to sleep since I dimmed it down like an hour ago.

I heard muffled voices but I thought I was dreaming until I was pulled up by my hoodie , that's when I felt the cold metal against my head. It took everything in me to not squirm away.
I was scared honestly.

I gulped silently as I heard them say "don't say a word , I'm gonna turn you around on the count of 3.
1 . . . 2 . . . 3" I was instantly turned around.
My eyes went wide as I realized who it was

"oh shit" Mr.Hemsworth gasped as his eyes went wide also.
"What is it?" I heard the deep voice say as they walked in
"It's .. it's uh Bonnie?" He said as he thought about my name for a second .. he looked a little creeped out by me ..