Mia's P.O.V
It was around three in the afternoon when the door bell rang. I told myself to leave it because it could be Ames and Mathew coming back. But then whoever it was, keep on pressing the door bell and it annoyed me. I walked to the door ready to go off at whoever it was without even checking to see who it was.
"What the hell"
Oh great, I forgot about her. Ally stood right in front me, folding her arms in front of her chest. She had that look that said that she needed an explanation.
"Well, are you going to just stand there or let me in?" she was not pleased but then I nearly fell back when she jumped me with a huge hug.
"Whoa"
"Why didn't you tell me?" she asked pulling away
"Who told you?"
"Ames" that son of a bitch
I wanted to be the one to tell her, she was my best friend.
"So come on, you're going to tell me your side of the story." and thats how my afternoon went
I told everything about the contract and how I've moved in with Ames.
"So, you guys have.....you know" she did circular movements with her fingers. I immediately clicked.
"Really? Do you really think that I would go there? I mean, we did share the same bed but to do that. No way"
"Ok I'm sorry, it was a stupid question."
We spent the whole afternoon together and I was glad she came. But when things were beginning to feel like old times, she had to go. I took a shower and got ready for bed. It was getting late and then just like last night, Ames came in. Except this time, he was drunk. I went for a snack in the kitchen before going to bed when he came in.
I paid no attention as he stumbled towards the room. He tripped on the stairs and I walked pass him without even a glance. I could hear him murmur "Bitch" to me.
I got into bed and turned towards the wall. He came into the room and I knew that he was having trouble getting around. When he finally made it to the bed, he collapsed hard next to me. In fact, he was a bit too close for my liking. I could feel him breathing on me. Then, I felt an arm make its way around my waist.
"Get your hand off me." I yanked his arm away but again, he placed it around my waist. I tried shifting away from him but he just moved closer. If i moved any more, I would fall of the bed.
"Stop moving." He said in a sleepy and tired tone.
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Married or Not, You Don't Own Me
Teen FictionIn the wealthy life styles of American teens, they get the best of what life has to offer. Mia who is one of those teenagers that were born rich but she never really took that advantage. She's your average teenager that's been struggling to get use...
