𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫

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Tossing and turning in my bed from the bruises all over my body, I sat up wincing at the pain.

He did it again.

This time was probably the worst. Two nights ago, I got bored of being in my room and decided to snoop around

Oh how dumb I was.

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*Flashback *

Running silently through the halls,trying not to make a sound.

I hered the voice from my nightmares and dreams.

Hiding behind one of the walls trying to avoid the angel of death.

My breath hitched as the footsteps sounds got closer.

A hard grip on my arm suddenly pulled me to the ground.

No,not this time beating me wasn't enough for him.

A pocket knife would do.

Brace for impact.

The familiar burning sensation on my wrist didn't faze me anymore.

Holding in my tears, I dear not make a sound. Noticing I didn't cry hard enough for him he dug it deeper.

Suddenly a gush of blood came pouring out from my wrist.

*End of flashback*

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Picking and findiling with my wrapped up wrist, as I laid back on the bed waiting for his arrival.

Instead of meeting him I was greeted by a maid

"Good morning, madam."

"Good morning..?"

"Where is Ames?"

"Oh.. sir Ames is um not here right now he left."

"When will he be back?"

"Next week."

My heart was filled with so much joy,yet I had to physically remain still.

"Oh.. I'll miss him."

A part of me was lying and a part of me was not. I couldn't understand this feeling I'm supposed to hate him.

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I couldn't eat for 3 days I guess you could say i was depressed.

My hair stayed uncombed my body laid in bed unwashed.

I was devastated to say the least. I wish could have actually been happy or like pretend I was sad about him leaving.

He wrote me a note,which I have been hugging since the past nights.

"My love, my wife.

I'll be back soon .

xoxo
-Ames."

It was night time and I couldn't sleep usually Ames would join me  in my sleep uninvited but he cradled me into his big strong arms like a porcelain doll.

I thought to my self for a hard long minute before wanting to walk out of my room.

I could literally get caught by anyone. Ever since I snuck out  Ames had put two men to guard my door. I just needed a way to convince them how to let me pass.

Opening my door they immediately stood infront of me obstructing my path.

"What do you want?"

With a fake look of sorrow and submission I bowed my head and  started talking.

"I-I really miss Ames."

"I miss the way his clothes smell can I get one his shirts please?"

"I'll bring it for you no need to get out of your room."

"No! This shirt is one of my  favorites and only I know where it is, it's hidden..away."

"Fine."

"I'll escort you to sir's room."

Opening the door for me trying to enter in himself  I stopped him before he could even try.

"I don't think sir would like it if you were in his room."

Nodding he stepped out.

"No funny business, get what you need and get out."

Okay I chirped.  I first laid on his bed engulfing the scent of  it.

Oh how I missed laying in his sheets.

I grabbed one his random shirts from his closet, when I found a box

It looked like any regular box but curiosity got the best of me and I opened it.

Maybe I shouldn't have done that.

Inside this box I found pictures of me I have never seen before or even taken in the house. Inside the box they also had other things like clothes and a paper.

When I read the paper my heart dropped.

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I am perfect for what?





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Hiii srry I haven't posted in a while it's school . Again photos aren't mine pls give credit to the original creators bye

Btw apologies for spelling mistakes

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