'You can only run so much from me love.' He whispers into my ear. Who knew men whispering could be so hot, wait it's not men, it's this man.
I slowly step back until the rough surface of the wall comes into contact with my open back. At the slight t...
A/N Hey Guys!! I am back for the second day in a row. That is just shocking isn't it. Anyways, this chapter is a bit longer, so let me know if you like shorter chapters or longer ones better. Don't forget to vote and comment!
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Arlo is being so fucking dramatic. He's worried to leave me alone by myself since what he likes to call, 'The Incident'. Personally, I don't think it's a big deal, but apparently he does. He is constantly calling me and doing hourly checkups. Don't get me wrong, it's kinda sweet because it is the most a man has ever cared about me, but it is kind of getting on my nerves. Yesterday, I was taking a lovely bubble bath with my music playing in the background, but apparently Arlo thought I had been brutally murdered or something because I didn't answer my phone and showed up outside the bathroom with his whole entourage. I had to pause my extremely pleasant bath to explain to him that I was in fact alive and not being tortured. I feel a bit guilty stressing him out, but it's better he doesn't know how I learned to fight.
Today I get to go back home to see Adessa for a bit. It feels like I haven't seen her in forever, but before I go home I want to go shopping for a little present. This is the first time in 24 years that me and Adessa have been separated to celebrate Sage's death. Every year we would always comfort each other and remember him. I get dropped at the market by some of Arlo's men, I have gotten used to them being a looming presence over me, it's slightly comforting, but also a bit unnerving knowing that anything could happen.
As I am walking down the concreted path, I spot an old lady with lots of lovely bouquets of flowers surrounding her. She is set up on a small park bench with lots of display stands around her, she is one of the only stalls that doesn't have a crowd around her. My heart instantly throbs at the sight, I've always had a soft spot for elderly people since my grandparents passed away, they would always take care of us and treat us like normal children. They often made us forget about our upbringings and the fact that no day was set in stone, and that the smallest thing could change our lives.
Approaching the elder woman, I immediately spot a bouquet that I know Sage would've adored, even though he was only young, he was extremely passionate about helping our mama in the backyard, always trimming the thorn bushes and plucking weeds. The bouquet consisted of the most gorgeous, purest white snowdrops and stunning bluebells, decorated with some baby's breath with a little sage ribbon holding it all together. It was perfect. The old lady saw me eyeing it and came over to talk to me.
"That bundle is perfect, what's the occasion?" She asked me with pure excitement. "It's my brother's birthday, his favourite flowers were snowdrops." I responded with a slightly sad tone. I could tell she picked up on this, however she didn't say anything more. I handed her the bouquet to pack up, and I handed her a $50 note. It was the least I could do for this bouquet. She beamed up at me when she received it. She handed me the bouquet and I continued my walk down the alleyway.
