My eyes start to open again. I wonder how long I have been asleep. I can no longer feel my hands, and parts of my arm. The rope has made small cuts on my wrists, causing them to bleed.
I pause for minute, when I hear a voice. It's him. Suddenly I wish I could go back to sleep.
I am deathly afraid of him.
What if...
he is going to kill me?
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I smiled back at him, as he opened the door.
"Nice meeting you, Bria. I hope to see you soon." he said as he walked out of my place.
I smiled for the next 45 minutes. All I could think about was him calling me cute. I wished I could have flirted with him back, but I was nervous. I'm not good with guys.
I turned on the tv, and when I looked to my right, I saw Lilly's man walking out the door, slamming it shut, with white gunk still all over him. I quickly turned the tv off and went into Lilly's room to apologize.
"Hey Lilly, I'm really sorry I ruined your sex night. I was just trying to have some f-" I pleaded, before she interrupted me.
"Oh shut up!! I'm not mad! I only pretended to be mad so maybe that guy would get scared of me and leave. He is the WORST at sex. He can hardly kiss!!! That poor guy. But PLEASE tell me, WHO THE FUCK IS THAT GORGEOUS GUY YOU WERE WITH?!" She asked me.
"His name is Aaron." I answered, calmly.
"That's all you're gonna mention? Did yall have sex? Did you go skinny dipping?" She asked, getting really excited and hyper.
"No, but he called me cute!!!" I said with a huge smile on my face.
"That's it? He called you cute? No kiss? Not even on the cheek?" She questioned, sounding upset.
"Nope! I don't move that fast with guys Lilly, unlike you." I answered.
Lilly just rolled her eyes. "At least I can get guys..."
As soon as she said that she apologized. It hurt, but only because it was true. Everything about Lilly was real, and everything about me... well... im still trying to figure it out. I don't know what I want. All I know is what I need. And I need to keep my spot at Stanford University. But part of me feels like I want something more and farther to reach. And I think that thing might be... love.
SORRY THIS IS A SUPER SHORT CHAPTER AHA ITS MORE OF A TRANSITIONING CHAPTER TO THE NEXT PART!!! sorry!!
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Summer in California
DragosteI was sitting in the dark alley, ankles and wrists tied up to a chair with rope. I couldn't exactly remember what had happened, but as I sat there, in the dark, the memories started flashing back to me in little pieces. After about four full hours o...
