Ashton
Bryana had been crying and begging for starbucks for hours now and all I wanted was for those girls to come back and slit her throat so I could get some damn peace and quiet.
"Will you shut the fuck up?" I whine and she cries harder.
"Need starbucks and Photoshop so bad."
That's fucking it I thought before moving from where I was and over to her, shaking her and lightly slapping her, to get her to snap out of this state of fucking crazy she was in.
"Why did you hit me Austin? I thought you loved me?"
More annoying cries filled my ears.
I was two minutes away from losing My shit and killing her with my bare hands.
"Bitch I hardly know you enough to love you, it's called publicity honey." I snapped and she started gasping for air "I really need Starbucks or I'm going to die!"
"Oh we wouldn't want that to happen now would we?" I say sarcastically before walking back to the locked door and leaning on it.
I miss Michael.
Michael doesn't cry about starbucks like Luke and Bryana, Michael just eats pizza and tells great jokes.
The door opens, knocking me over and on to the concrete floor.
"Get up." one of the girls yelled at Bryana and I chuckled before I felt my ear being pulled "Fuck." I mutter.
"Could you at least shut her the fuck up?"
One of them turned around and kicked Bryana in the throat making her go quiet "Oh thank god."
"So, i'm farrah and this is amy and we'll be the ones torturing tonight." Farrah smirked then kicked Bryana once more before they left.
What the fuck am i even doing with my life
