BOOK FOUR in The WSU Series
Elizabeth Young -
I've always wanted the star-crossed lovers type of relationship - who knew I would actually get it?
They say the line between Love and Hate is very thin, one I don't intend to experience. I could never l...
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I got fucking worked up because he recited poetry. What the fuck, is wrong with me?
"Lizzie! We're going!" Ele yells from the hallway bringing me back to reality.
I take a look at myself in the mirror— it's fucking freezing outside, however, beauty is pain. I smooth out the end of my skirt which clings to my body as I tuck my shirt into the waistband I leave the top three buttons undone. White shirt with a black skirt, paired with black boots— my bracelet shines when the light hits it is on show. I run my fingers through the ends of my hair, the curls in full effect tonight.
Fuck, I wished I had straight hair.
"Liz! Come on!" I hear Liv yell before the front door opens, my phone vibrates with a notification that grabs my attention.
DAD - I won't have the bodyguards tail you tonight, but remember what you need to do.
I shake my head in disgust as I shut my phone off before leaving the apartment.
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Last Year.
He has got to be fucking kidding me. The one night my father promised he wouldn't send bodyguards, he does. The nerve of him. I lock eyes with the man my father hired to follow me. He knows the game I'm about to play. Rushing off the dance floor and out of sight of the other guests I bolt, I run faster than I ever have before. I just need space, I can't run outside because he'd find me, running down the hallway I realize it's a dead end. To my right— the men's restroom.
Fuck it.
I open the door and just before it closes I notice my bodyguard run straight past the hallway, I scoff, "idiot." I mutter as I turn around to notice that there's no one else in here— thank fuck. Heading over to the sinks I take a look at myself in the mirror, even my makeup can't hide the bags under my eyes. I haven't been sleeping the best recently, then again— I've never slept well. I always have nightmares, the fear of being locked alone in an apartment that overlooks New York City. No way out, left alone with the darkness.
