My Addiction

03

I Prefer to be Independent.

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Rylie Caruso
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I have to sneeze. That's embarrassing. What if he likes the quiet.. I don't want to upset him.

We are in the back of a limo. Greyson is sitting on the right of me, a few seats over.

I look over at him.

He is truly the prettiest human I have ever seen. His jaw line is defined, very attractive. His nose is small, it's cute. He has perfect eyebrows, holy shit, no fair. His eyes. His blue, beautiful eyes. I could get lost staring into them.

"Can I help you Ms. Caruso?" He turns his head meeting his eyes with mine.

Shit. He caught me staring.

"I like your eyes." I tell him honestly.

He smiles. I fricken made this dude smile.

I blush. I look down, dropping eye contact. I look out the window, hiding the tint of pink on my cheeks.

"You can call me Rylie." I look back at him. He was already looking at me.

"Alright then."

We hold eye contact.

"He can't hurt you anymore." He looked away as he spoke.

I don't have friends, I didn't tell anyone how would he know?

"How did you know?"

He opens his mouth but he doesn't talk. He puts his arm up like he is about to slap me, I flinch.

"That's how."

I sigh. I don't need him to protect me.

All of a sudden, the car comes to an abrupt stop. If I wouldn't of had my seatbelt on I probably would have fallen on the floor of the car-

"What the fuck!" Greyson shouts before the door next to me opens and I'm being pulled out by these men in masks.

"Rylie!"

Greyson gets out of the car and starts attacking some men behind him.

More men surround us. Two are currently holding onto wrist. It's hard to move.

I look at Greyson. He looks distracted. I twist my arms and turn around. I knee one of them in the stomach and he drops to the ground.

The other guy tries holding me back, but doesn't get very far because I flip him on his back. I rip my dress slit more to have access to the knives.

Greyson's in trouble. Three men are attacking him. I spin one of the knives in my fingers, getting used to the weight. Taking the handle of one, I throw it.

It landed in his neck. He freezes, and drops to the ground.

Both of the men that were still attacking Greyson, and himself, look up. All of them look shocked.

"What?"

I take another knife and throw it at the one other guy's arm. Yikes. Eh- I don't care.

"If you want to live I suggest you give up." I look at the last guy.

Greyson is standing there watching this scene unfold. The last guy starts running away. I pick up a gun off the ground someone must have dropped and aim it at the running figure. I pull the trigger and his body falls.