She's The Artist

| Chapter 26: The Photo |

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I look into his eyes, trying to find out what he thinks. What he thinks of me.

Maybe he's thinking how sick can a person really be? Or, he could be thinking, what am I doing with this girl? I ask myself the same question everyday of my God dam life.

"Alex, what do you mean by 'everything'?"

If only he knew. If only he could take it all away. . . 

I muster up a smile and shake my head. Dismissing the thoughts. I already said so much to a person I'm Supposed to hate.

I stand up from the bed and walk over to his dresser. Picking up the photo from were it was and holding it up to him.

"So, you really didn't tell me how you know this person in the photo." I point to the tall, lean, browned hair man standing right next to a ten-year-old Ethan.

I look at his face for a reaction. Really anything that says he knows this man. The man who started it all. . .

He looks up from his hands and his eyes meet mine. Sadness and regret lace them.

"He was an old friend of Marco's. . ."

"Who's Marco?"

"The gang leader." He says. I look back at the photo and I do see the other man there. Long black hair, blue eyes, wearing a leather jacket with badges on it. Looks like a gang leader to me.

"So, your telling me that my dad was friends with a gang leader and you so happen to know him? Oh, sorry, I mean be best friends with him?"

I can't help but feel anger at all of this. Why was my dad friends with a gang leader? did he buy drugs off him? Was he apart of a gang? Marco's gang?

So many questions but to no answers.

When I look back at Ethan, I can see the shock all over his face. I would be to if I was him.

"Um. . . yeah, I guess that's what I'm saying." he responds.

I huff and slam the frame down back on the dresser. I can't take this shit anymore.

"Where are you going?" Ethan says and jumps up from the bed. I ignore him and true to open the door to leave.

I speed walk out of his room, despite him calling my name, and make my way to the front door. I also ignore the two other guys that are there and that keep looking at me like I just entertained the fuck out of them.

Once I reach for the door, a hand pulls me back away from it. Making me crash into a very hard and muscular chest.

Dam, why dose he have to be so fit? 

"Were not done yet, Alex." he says strainly. Leaving no room for an argument.

"Oh, I think we are, Preze." I spit at him and watch as his eyes turn a dark colour.

"I told you to stop calling me that. . ." he says. Teeth clenched so hard that his jaw might break.

"I. Don't. Care." I say and yank my arm out of his hold.

I turn and leave.

I can call him whatever the fuck I want.  

Hellooooo Readers!

Annnnd another chapter down! Soo, how did you like this chapter? What do you think of these two? If I'm being honest here, There both playing hard to get.

But anyways. . .

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