𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 | 𝐁.𝐄

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-𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕-

after eleven years of living in california since i was fourteen, it was time for an change.

an ten hour flight, coming all the way from los angeles, to my home town paris. i had one hand on the wheel of the rental car, and the other sitting on my lap. until i felt the skin of someone else's hand against the skin of where my own was placed.

" scarlett please, not today", i said out of frustration, as i watched my girlfriend of four years was soon to be ready to start yet another argument over dumb shit.

"yes to-fucking-day billie, can you act like you love me for once?! ", she yelled across the opposite side of my car as i drove, her hand arouse further up my thigh.

she sat on the passenger side in the black leather seats, as the heat of the sun, and her anger rushed over her body, also overlapping over mine.

" i do love you scarlett—", i paused, parking into a cruise terminal space. putting the car into park before i continued, "—- i'm simply trying to drive, stop trying to fuck me everywhere."

"whatever billie", she let out, removing her hand from my lap that was once a millisecond away from making its way fully into my pants.

i hate to admit it, but i felt as if we were falling out of love with one another. one day were good, have sex, then yet another argument over dumb shit.

i honestly feel like we're using eachother for sex at this point, it was draining. yes, the sex was good, but i didn't feel a love connection anymore.

i will try anything to get back the connection we had at first. the intimate tension, how anxious i would get around her, her spoiling me, god i missed it.

the only difference, is that i know i would go crazy without her. we planned a whole life together, even kids, which leads onto things we have planned for today.

letting her meet my family, well, yet along what felt like me meeting my own family.

i haven't yet along talking to them in five years, and for a good fucking reason. except for my brother, he planned this trip thinking it's a good idea to bring us back together.

but honestly, i don't think anyone can bring back together a group of stuck up rich white people. your own family leaving you out, secretly abusing you, making up a huge lie, that's crazy to me.

my brother thinks this can simply make us come together as one, but i truthfully think it's bull shit. how can i convince a group of selfish people to support me.

anyways, i brushed it off knowing i had other plans after we get off the cruise, landing back here.

i just had to make it through a week, which i look forward to being hell.