Fix me|| HS

Chapter One

||Violet||

I take the last heavy box up to my new apartment. I moved into a city in Louisiana; about five hours away from Texas. I used to live in New York, Manhattan to be specific. I had a job as an assistant at the People magazine company.

I had it all. A job, money, food, a place to sleep, and even a boyfriend. But it all went down the drain because of something horrible.

One day you wake up, happy and everything, thinking it will be like that the next day. But for me, ha it wasn't like that. I woke up the next day on a bench at the train station with only enough money to buy me a shitty burger from McDonald's.

My thoughts filled up my mind, and distracted me that I bumped into someone while walking out the elevator with a box in my hands. The box almost slipped out from my grip, but I cached it in time.

"Watch where you're going." I said, not looking up to see who it is.

"I was, the only dumbass here daydreaming was you. So watch where you're going darling." He spats with a very thick British accent.

I look up and he takes my breath away for a second. He's very tall and slim, but his arms are built in a perfect amount that doesn't exaggerate. He's wearing a Panama hat over his long curly brown hair and his eyes are blocked by some pilot sunglasses. He also has a black see through button up long sleeve shirt; so see through that I have a perfect view of his tattoos underneath. His legs fit in some black skinny jeans. Dear lord his body...

"If you take a picture you can save it for later." He smirks.

Shit. Was I staring for too long?
I can feel my cheeks heat up, so I look away so he doesn't notice. I start to walk away, and I hear him chuckle to himself.

"What a jerk." I say to myself.

So far everything is going great! Notice the sarcasm?

I just hope I don't see him around, and my life will be okay.

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"Yes mom. Okay- okay geez mom I get it. Okay bye." I roll my eyes as I hang up the phone. Why do moms have to be so difficult?

I was talking on the phone with my mother, she's been calling me for the past hour; wanting to know if I got here safely.

She's been going over and over saying how I have to spend my money wisely, not to talk to just any person, and not to give much information about myself.

I moved into this town, New Orleans, so I could escape from my past. I didn't come here to live a life; I came here to escape from one.

More of a someone.

"Stop thinking about him Violet. He's gone now." I try to calm myself.

Over the years people have seen me as some calm girl who doesn't depend in anyone else to live. I actually do. I depend in the people I love to make me happy, but now I have become so cold hearted I don't even depend on myself.

I go in the kitchen, and I make myself some coffee. While people buy their coffees is Starbucks, Dunkin' donuts or any other fancy place, I make my coffee at home, and I drink it black instead of putting sugary shit in it.

I turn on the TV and the news comes on. "Police are looking everywhere for a young girl-" I quickly turn off the TV, trowing the remote control to the wall.

"Fuck!" I yell, not giving a damn if anyone heard me.

I have to not give out any information about myself or people will find out. I can't let anyone find out.

A few moments later and someone knocks on my door. I open it, not looking through the peep hole to see who it was.

It's that fucking bastard I saw in the hallway. "Shit." He says under his breath.

"Hi to you too dickhead. Now what do you want?"

"Can you keep the noise down. You're not the only bitch in this world you know." With that he walks away, and enters his apartment, slamming the door shut behind him.

Oh hell nah. This boy ain't gonna have the last word.

I stomp toward his apartment, and I bang on his door. He opens it, and rolls his eyes.

"What do you want now?" He spats at me.

I raise my hand up to slap him but he was too quick. He grabs me by the wrist and slams me against the brick wall outside his apartment door.

He gives me an evil laugh. "Oh darling. You're such an innocent little piece of shit. But let me warn you..." he trails his voice so he can have his mouth right next to my ear. "...If you ever try to mess with me again I swear I will make your life miserable."

He nibbles on my earlobe before throwing my wrist. He scans through my body from head to toe before smirking, getting in his apartment. When he closed the door, I spill all of my coffee on his door.

"You disgusting imbecile." I say to myself.

I don't even know him and I already hate him with a passion.
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First chapter!!!!

Tell me what you guys think.

And yes we're back to the bad boy styles from Addicted lmao

This book will be way more intense and Rated R than Addicted so I hope y'all enjoy.

Next chapter will be posted soon :)
Love you!
-WaleskaRomo