"You forget how hard it is to ignore someone who looks the way you do," He replied smoothly, taking advantage of the close proximity between the two of us.
Running his large hands slowly down my arms before looping them around my waist possessively...
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What has my life come to?
I asked myself this exact question for the hundredth time as I yanked uselessly at the pipe under my kitchen sink. A year ago, my life had been... different. Stable. Predictable, even. I had a plan: finish college, go to law school, and become someone my eight-year-old self could be proud of. Instead, here I was, soaked to the bone and cursing the hell out of a leaky pipe in my run-down apartment.
Most of my life, I lived with my parents, even after I graduated. I went to college for a year and dropped out, school was never really my thing so once I had my freedom, I took advantage of it.
I moved out of my parents house 3 days before my 19th birthday, I had worked since I was 14 so I had enough money saved up to manage to get an apartment, it's small but it's comfortable AND affordable.
My job isn't as stable as I would like it to be but I've managed. If I could meet my 8 year old self, she would probably be disappointed into what I've become, but sometimes dreams can only take you so far.
This wasn't the dream.
I've always had good grades, straight A's to be exact. I was on Scholarship, and I was planning on going to law school after I graduated college, but It all became to much so now, here I am.
I have only one sibling, my older brother. My brother is my best friend and he has been since I can remember, he is 5 years older than me. I've always looked up to him and I still do. He was always a good role model for me, he has a nice job, a fiancée and everything. His own house, he is my inspiration and I want to be what he managed to become.
"Goddammit!" I muttered, jamming the wrench against the stubborn pipe.
Ezra would have fixed this by now. My older brother had a way of swooping in and solving my problems before I could even articulate them. He'd been doing it my whole life. And while I hated admitting it, I needed him now more than ever.
I swiped my phone off the counter and called him. The line rang twice before he answered, his voice still groggy from sleep.
"Vi, what now?"
"I'm drowning, Ez!" I snapped, even as I heard the water starting to spray out. Panic set in fast, and before I could react, my kitchen was a goddamn water park.
"Shit, fuck, GODDAMMIT!"
"Vi! Are you okay?" Ezra's voice sharpened, fully awake now.
"No! The pipe just fucking exploded, and water is everywhere!" I yelled, trying to hold the gushing stream with my hands, as if that would magically stop it.
