Dont say I didn't warn you.

Hello France

I woke up right as the plane landed, I looked out the window.

Hello France.

My mind was running, I barely knew any french, and I left the love of my life in Germany.

I got up and grabbed my backpack, heading off the plane.

In the airport I saw a guy leaning against a pole staring at me. He was dressed in skinny jeans and a shirt black tshirt with a skull design on it, something that bill would wear. He looked around before coming up to me, "Catherine?" he asked, his voice had a hint of a french accent to it.

"Yes thats me, and you are?" I asked nervously, I crossed my arms infront of me, eyeing him up and down. He was intimidating, his hair was black and spiky like he was out of the anime 'Death Note'. His eyes were a dark melty red which matched his dark red highlights. He had one lip piercing on each side of his mouth.

"I'm Espen," He said while moving next to me, putting his arm around my shoulder and made me walk with him. "Tom and his.. uh, 'crew' sent me to take care of you." He said nervously.

I looked at his hand that was stacked with rings, tattoos, and bracelets. "What do you mean 'take care' of me. They never mentioned you, at all." I said, turning my head to look at him, his low sleepy eyes locked with mine.

He chuckled, then looked down. "I'm gonna be your boyfriend sweetheart." he looked at me waiting for a reaction out of me.

He doesn't know half the shit i've been through, this isn't half as bad as what tom would've made me do. And plus he's good looking..

"Okay." I sighed and looked infront of me. His lopsided grin dropped, disappointed in the reaction I gave him.

Eventually we reached luggage pick up, for some odd reason he knew what luggage was mine. He took it for me and we exited the airport.

The chilly air hit my skin, it was beginning to be fall. I haven't realized how much time i've spent with Tom. Its been so many months.. I can't even remember my age or when my birthday is.

A grip and pull on my wrist snapped me out of my thoughts, Espen dragged me towards a White SUV, He opened the backseat door for me and I hopped in. He placed my luggage in the trunk and got in the backseat with me, I looked at the driver, a shaved red headed man with dark eyes stared at me through the rearview mirror, I gulped softly and looked down quickly.

Espen then started talking in french to this guy, he spoke quickly.

The man started driving quickly like a fucking maniac and I quickly buckled my seatbelt. I turned to look at Espen who was already staring at me of course, "Where are we going?" I asked.

"Our new home." He smirked lazily.