"Love look at me"
His voice remained deep yet gentle. I still didn't look at him. My eyes wondered everywhere but his eyes. I could feel him getting irritated.
His hand made his way to my throat as he held it. Strong enough to keep me in his grasps...
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///Louisa ///
The Uber headed back to the house. I didn't have a reason why I wanted to go back home; I couldn't go back to that house with the people. I see the gate closed. I tip the Uber before walking through the gate. The guards knew it was me.
"Louisa, what are you doing back here," Vic asked.
"Vic, I could ask you the same thing. I haven't seen you in months. Where have you been?" I questioned. Vic has always been here since I was young. We used to play around the house. A few months ago, his mother passed, and we drifted apart. He would call at first, but you could tell that he wasn't happy.
"After my mother's passing, I wasn't in the best place, so I took a few months off to focus on myself. Your father helped me said, when I feel better, I already have a job with him again." Vic grew up without a dad, so my father helped raise him with us. Vic always did more than needed for us. Especially me. When I first went to public school, I got bullied. Vic would fight anyone who looked at me wrong.
"How are you? Wait, come on in, my father won't mind. Does he even know you here?"
"No, I just came back today," Vic stated, moving his dark brown hair out his face.
"Come on; you have to talk to him" Throughout everything my father did, I couldn't tell Vic what he did to my brothers and me. He would be so hurt more at the fact that he couldn't help.
"How are you and your father? When I left, it's like all of you were inseparable from each other" Vic shot me a glance. I didn't want to hurt him. He was the one person on this planet who deserved the world. My mother loved him. She always called him V.
"Mhm, not that close, but you know I grew up, so did he."
"How much growing up could he have done? "My eyes lowered to the ground. "It's okay, and you don't have to tell me you aren't ready; I am sorry I left you alone I know this life was a challenge for you." Vic sent me a smile.
"Don't worry about it now tell me how have you been, hottie" Vic's face turned red. He had gotten hot. Tattoos all over his body. Bright blue eyes. Black hair. Sharp jawline.
"I got a tattoo, and then we'll. I kinda got addicted after that." We started walking to the house.
"What was the first tattoo you got."
"My mom's name on my wrist," his eyes watered. "You know, I thought after a few months talking about her would get easier, but it just hasn't" I let out a chuckle holding in his tears.
"She is your mom Vic. It will never be easier. You and she were close." Vic didn't talk about his mom after her death.
