Racing Her|18+

ᕙEscape himᕗ

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''My lover's got humor.

She's the giggle at a funeral.

Knows everybody's disapproval.

I should've worshipped her sooner.

If the heavens ever did speak.

she's the last true mouthpiece."

-Hozier

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-Rosa's Perspective-

My shoulder, my fucking shoulder.

It hurts like a bitch.

And I know this is not the way of a lawyer to talk,

but fuck that, fuck everything and fuck my fucking sister for sending these assholes to kill me.

Also, fuck this particular asshole that kept following me.

''AH, DICKS!''

I can't move, and hell, where the actual fuck am I?

''The fuck is this? Fucking hell.''

Stop cursing!
I say to myself for the hundredth time, but it won't work!.

I tried to sit up, but this move makes my shoulder hurt like daggers going through it.

Then I noticed him, in the corner of the room, standing all tall and arrogant.

''Why the fuck are you here? And where the fuck is here?''

this is the kind of man I hate, and it turned out this particular one, I fear.

This is it. I am leaving. I grabbed the sheets and pulled them away from my body,

only to find out I wore no clothes,

I shot him a death glare, to which he responded by just raising an eyebrow

the asshole dared to touch me.

''What The Actual Fuck? You D*ck''!

I threw him the glass of water, making his chest all wet, but not really hurting him.

He just sat there looking straight through me.

''WHAT?''

I bit back once more, I am furious right now, how dare he undresses me.

''Tell me this isn't your doing!''

I looked at him curiously but didn't pull the covers back, like hell I cared.