chapter 2

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i emerged from my cupboard under the stairs and moved towards the kitchen, from where i could hear voices echoing from. 'prolly just petunia talking to her food bc apparently its her bestie' i muttered to myself. 'I HEARD THAT' my aunt responded. whoops. as i got closer to the kitchen i heard a male voice responding to my aunts questions. tf is going on.

i opened the door the the kitchen when all of a sudden i saw. charles leclerc?!! tf r u doing here?? he turned to me and started to rizz me up, as if i was another camera. he turned himself to face me, 'hallo! please go in ferrari with me!' holy shit hes even more illiterate than my aunt! 'huh' i respond, a puzzled look on my face. 'im selling you, need money for more chocolate' my aunt says, giggling as charles attempts to rizz her up. 

'wait your selling me?!' i shriek, shattering a plate with my high  pitched, petite voice. 'yes bitch arre you dumb?' my aunt groans. she motions for me to go pack my stuff. i run to my bedroom and flop onto my bed, crying. once i wipe my cute tears from my eyes i grab a bag, attempting to shove all my posessions into it.

as im making my way around my 2x2 square meter room, i reach my collection of all my framed photos of my mother. 'i miss u mama' i whisper, shoving her photos into my bag. i slowly step out of my room and walk slowly up to charles. 

'charlsey warlsey?😟' i whisper, tapping his broad, shoulders. he turns and grabs my hand 'yes zay- bae?' he answers softly. 'bitch wtf' i hear my aunt gasp from the other side of the room. charles takes my bag off of my shoulder 'ill carry it for you my love' he says, his voice soft as ever. 'thank you charlsey' i whisper, our eyes staying locked, drowning in each others prescence. he holds my petite chin, the warmth from his chin drying up my leftover tears from earlier.

we stay like that for a few minutes before charles turns to my aunt, 'do you want to hug ur niece one last time?'. 'nah that bitch can leave, i aint touching her after what i just witnessed' she gags. i scoff. charles takes his hand off of my chin and returns it to my hand, his strong hands cupping my tiny little fingers. 'lets go zayla' he whispers. 'please, call me kitten' i whisper. 'fuck no' he replies, his voice matching softness with mine.

word count: 434

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