𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞

9☼︎

𖦹𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐬 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𖦹

Stepping out of the bathroom I look around the long hall that awaits me while scratching my forehead lightly not sure what to do with all those woman products in there.

I'll just throw them away.

Yeah.

Making my way back into the bathroom I see a light brown bag laying on the floor, taking it into my hands I start throwing the products inside it.

It is a lot.

Avon. Says one of the products and I can't help but cringe at all the rest, mostly with different names too,I take a hand full of make-up throwing it in hearing a breaking sound coming from inside the bag, must've broke I guess.

Nevertheless I do the same with the rest, hearing a faint noice behind me getting louder, in the corner of my eyes I see someone moving...

Fuck it.
I hardly even moved in now I'm getting robbed so soon? Not that I was expecting it but dammit.

Fucking useless guard out in front. I make a mental note to fire him later on today just after I deal with this punk trying to get his way in my house.

I thank God for my fast reflexes because if I didn't move, a big ass hammer would've made contact with the back of my head and I would most probably be out like a light bulb.

The brown bag drops to the floor as I turn around grabbing the hammer out of the person's hands pinning them against the white bathroom wall, my forearm pressuring against their throat but before I can look up to see the mother fucker I notice the feminine hands wrapped around my arm trying the get my grip off of their throat seeing the person could hardly get in any air.

The long white and black nails gripping onto my forearm still trying to get away.

It's a woman.

What the fuck is a woman doing trying to rob me? Is she crazy? Holy Fuck.

My gaze slowly moves from her hands towards her all too familiar face.

Her long brown hair messy, laying down her shoulders her dark chocolate brown eyes pouring into mine as I glare at her, her face slightly red caused by my grip on her "Who the fuck are you?" I ask harshly noticing she can't answer me I loosened my grip on her as she gasped for air looking up at the ceiling "Let me go!" She yells and there is something about her. She seems too familiar but I can't put my finger on it.

I look at her is disgust. Who does she think she is yelling in my house?

"I asked you a question." I repeat and she shakes her head screaming "Help!"

Why is she screaming for help? She is the one breaking into my house now she wants help? People are too shady these days. Everyone is a victim out here.

I put pressure on her as she taps my forearm non stop "Are you going to answer me? Because if not I swear to God you will stay here the whole day that is if you can hold on that long of course..." I mock her a bit and she nods her head as I let go of her a bit once again gasping for air "Bastard!" Is all she says and in a matter of seconds I feel the sharp pain of her right knee making contact with my third leg and I immediately let go of her as she runs like the speed of thunder light out of the bathroom her long brown hair moving rapidly.

For a thief she is dressed really comfortable too. Too comfortable.

She has a white and yellow sundress on and that is the last I see of her as she runs down the stairs calling for help.

Despite the pain I feel I get up groaning "Fucking bitch." I whisper to myself, angry.

I won't let her get away that easily.

I speed walk my way out of the bathroom, down the stairs stopping in my tracks hearing noice coming from the kitchen, my jaw clenching as I inhaled deeply.

"Get out!" I hear her voice loud about to turn the corner into the kitchen but this little brat threw a mug towards me but missed as it hit the floor breaking into a million pieces.

"Fuck." I heard her hiss from the kitchen. What is her problem? She breaks into my house and expects me to leave?
Did she escape from the mental institution?

"Listen you carzy woman! I don't know who you are but you better leave-" I am interrupted by yet another mug flying past me "Geez." I say taking the chance to get around the corner and I did just that only to find her behind the table island "I know you!" She yells studying my face confused, her hair laying messy down her elbows and I scoff knowing I feel like I've met her before too.

"Are all of you American people like this?" I ask placing my hands on either sides of me and she glares laughing "What is that supposed to mean? No. You know what? I want you to get out and now too."

"Your in my house!" I yell back at this stubborn woman and that's when it hit me she reminded me of... The lipstick woman.

It's her.

"You again? What is your issues?" I ask in disbelief, she seems lost for a while looking at me her browns furrowed "My issues?"

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