Our love

Part 34: attached

As my birthday sits a day before I've almost counted and took in every ounce of quietness and boredom.

It strangely feels different and something inside me weirdly is upset knowing I finally have someone to celebrate with me.

I'm turning 19 and nothing will change, my life's always been fucked in ever different corner

I sigh loudly and swallow the increasing amount of saliva wandering through my mouth.

I lay in bed alone and cold, looking up at the blank and lonely ceiling.

I hear creeks and steps from above and finally get up, my bladder in need to release the fluids.

"Fuck" I cuss, my body hitting a painful spot as I move just a little to much.

I walk into the washroom and develop chills as the cold and shiny floor connects with my bare feet.

I sit down on the toilet and do my business, the flow filling with hard and fast pressure.

My legs bounce and my fingers fidget...

Emilio hasn't talked to me since what happened and just dropped me of here, no telling me where the fuck he would be going.

But I left him alone, he's sad and you leave sad people alone.

I don't exactly have a phone at the moment either...

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I quickly slip into warm and big track pants and exit the room, a big and broad guy in black standing outside of it.

I eye him up and down and watch as he opens his mouth, his stare cold and angry, "where would you be going Mrs" he says coldly, stepping in front of me.

Fuck

"I need to use a phone, now if you don't mind..get from me" I say irritated, trying to push past him but stopped by his rough and hard grip.

I state up at him in pain and furrow my eyebrows in anger.

"Get off me" I yell, planting my legs into the ground and swinging my fist as hard as I can at his chest.

"Stop fighting" he says darkly, my body beginning to walk with him and honestly loose sense of emotion.

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"Can you at least tell me where your taking me" I stare, his eyes not touching mine and his body staying silent.

I huff loudly and watch as we reach the elevator, our bodies sliding in and his grip releasing.
"if you do anything we kill Emilio" he hisses, those words triggering and sending some kind of alert into my body.

Whatever this is isn't a joke anymore is it?

I inhale sharply and watch as the doors slowly slide open, my body following after his quickly through the front entrance doors.

As I have one of Emilios shirts on with my grey track pants my hair looks like a fucking nest and my body feels shitty.

"Get in" he whispers, my vision coming back and breathing in the fresh spring air.

"Or wha-" I challenge sarcastically, my shirt being gripped and thrown over my head, "I don't have a bra on perv!" I scream, covering my breasts with one arm

"Shit sorry" he apologizes, throwing me in the car and sitting in beside me.

"Fuck you" I whisper, fixing my shirt and having my next problem with the hair he ruined even more.

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As the car drifts on the road I bounce my legs and look out the window, watching as my warm breathe fogs it up.