𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
DARK ROMANCE
"Fuck. You."
I watched as the brown in his eyes darkened and he clenched his jaw. He stared at me for what felt like minutes and before I knew it, he had my back pressed against the wa...
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11 years old My mother smiled at me through the mirror while I sat on the counter as she did my hair. She always showed my curls love and always took care of them. My mom's hazel eyes stared into mine with a glow illuminating them and making her look happy. It made me happy. My heart warmed at the comfort that my mother provided making me feel safe.
"Layla is coming over today, are you excited?" she asked me, splitting my hair into a middle part. I instantly got excited, my heart jumping and racing a million miles per hour.
Layla was my best friend. Her dad worked with my father so she was constantly at our house with me while they talked and had meetings. She had long caramel blonde hair and pretty blue eyes. I loved having her around considering I didn't go out much and I had no other friends since I was homeschooled.
The differences between Layla and I weren't obvious when we were together but there was no use in denying them. She went to a regular school with regular kids, had lots of friends, and was a cheerleader. Her parents were happily married and while mine were also married, they weren't happy.
But I was always happy for her, I truly was. I was glad she had happy parents and lots of friends, something I didn't have and probably could never have. I think that her family was as happy as they were because they weren't born into the mafia by blood. Her dad chose to work with my father.
"Yes! Are you almost done?" I whined, getting eager to go downstairs already even though she wasn't here yet. My mother laughed and shook her head at me.
"Be patient hermosa, ella ni siquiera está aquí todavía," my mother coaxed, gently putting my hair into two French braids. After she was done, she turned me around and grabbed her diamond cross necklace like she always did, staring at me with soft eyes and a smile. (Beautiful, she's not even here yet.)
She leaned against the counter and pulled me into her, giving me a kiss on the cheek. "Te amo demasiado," she whispered into my ear. (I love you so much.)
"Yo te quiero mas," I replied. (I love you more.)
I heard the doorbell ring and I instantly jumped off the counter, already on my feet and rushing to the door. My mother followed closely behind me, going down the stairs, and opening the door. Layla was there standing next to her mom dressed in her school clothes.
"Elisia!" Layla exclaimed, running into the house. My mother and Layla's mom stayed talking by the door for a few minutes, but I didn't listen to what they were saying because me and Layla were already heading off.
We entered my backyard and went directly under the playground to where we could look up at the sky and tell each other what the clouds looked like. I laid on my back, staring up into the clouds.
"That one looks like a flower," Layla said next to me and I nodded in agreement. After a few minutes of talking, she turned her body and faced me.
