Chapter nineteen

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~𝕊𝕒𝕞 ℙ𝕆𝕍~
I sigh thinking about what to do with myself since I'm stuck in my house because of my injuries. I limp my way to my front door and sit on the porch. I sit there on the stairs watching the trees blow in the wind. A car pulls up and a tall figure dressed in all black with a hood on and mask on. I look at him and sigh. "Привіт" "what? Russian?" "ні, українець" "what?" "No, Michael, it's Ukrainian." "You're one of them?" "так" "I don't speak Ukrainian" "it's да" "oh. Can we go inside please?" "Where it's easy to kill me? No" mike empties his pockets and everything. I sigh "you really wanna go inside." "yes baby please!" "I am NOT your baby. You tried to KILL me!" "I have no choice.." "sure, inside, now!" He goes inside and takes off his mask and hood and as I close the door an immediately get shoved into the door and mike starts making out with me. I push him off. "WHAT THE HELL MICHAEL?!" "Please love, one more time!" "I didn't let you into my house to just rail me against the door." "Please!" "No. I told you no." I hear Mike mumble under his breath "I miss when you were obedient." "You're really gonna go there?!" "I wish you didn't become some asshole and LEAVE then become some basic bitch." "I just didn't wanna be a bimbo or be under someone and be used and treated like a doll!" "God Sam I shouldn't have came back from home. Я должен был позволить тебе умереть." "Leave." "Please just let me make this shit up to you!" "How? With sex? You're funny. I'm not gonna let that happen." "How else can I make it up to you?" "Prove you love me."

Translate
Привіт-hi
ні, українець-No, Ukrainian
так-yes
Да-yes
Я должен был позволить тебе умереть.-I should've let you die.

A/N
Sam just found out he's from Chernobyl.

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