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I am bored from the even; I really don't understand the situation.
I hate male authority so fucking much. I blame my dad; believe it or not, my dad was always patient with me. He has never raised his voice to me, and so I guess when I moved out, it was hard for me to get used to other men bossing me around since I never had that happen to me.
Speaking of that, I am shocked that Silva hasn't tried to contact me at all. The last time I saw him was the night he pointed his gun at me, and that was like a week ago. Me and Manon secluded ourselves; we may be forced to stay here, but no one can force me to talk to them.
But I haven't really been talking to Manon either. Manon is more pissed off about this situation than I am. I honestly just don't care anymore, but I do get her frustration. We just spend most of the day on our phones and eating junk food. I say we have about a couple more days of food left in my kitchen before we will have to face everyone to get more.
"Silva still hasn't texted you?" She asks me and sighs before speaking.
"Nope, what about you?"
"No, he basically told me that if I don't give a fuck, then he doesn't either. And then he posted on Instagram with this girl all over him, and so that's dead." She tells me, and I turn to look at her. Although she tried to look unbothered, I knew that she was hurt.
"I fucking hate it here, man."
"Who are you telling?"
"You know what, Stasi, let's leave! I mean, let's go out to some club or something. I came here to have fun, not to be stuck in this damn house."
"Where are we going to go?" I laugh out loud.
"We have no clue where we are."
"I'm just gone searching for something. Look at this." She says she is putting her phone in my face.
"Let's treat ourselves to a 5-star restaurant and then maybe hit up a mall or something.
"I mean, sh*t, it's better than being in here all day."
Manon jumps up to go to the bathroom. She yells for me to get ready. I get up to stretch before going to my closet.
I hate how stressed I get trying to pick what to wear.
I don't really have clothes that scream five stars, so I just decided to wear low-waisted jeans with a blank tank top that showed my stomach. Manon comes out all dressed up in a black dress with her make-up done.
"I hate how you can wear something so basic and look good." She tells me, and I laugh.
"Says you." I say, smiling.
Manon sits me down so she can do my makeup. She's way better at it than I will ever be. Before we leave my room, I grab one of my black hats to wear.
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RomanceI walk backwards with Silva slowly stalking towards me with a crazed look on his face. He had his shirt unbuttoned and his hair damp from sweating. "Why are you here?" I ask him calmly trying not to show that I am scared, he chuckles darkly rubbing...
