There is nothing more beautiful than watching an innocent angel fall apart at my sinful actions. I'm going to ruin her.
"Augustine."
And she comes, looking down at me as she does so.
She glows, lighting up the goddamn room. Her feet barely touch t...
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Usually, I am good at keeping my feelings from getting hurt. I try to avoid taking things personally, but my efforts aren't very successful.
However, now was not the time for me to be the bigger person.
But being the bigger person is subjective, and I believe that most of the things I do entail a lot of maturity. Although, what I'm about to do might be my lowest of lows.
I snuck out the back window of Reign's house to avoid the two big guys sitting outside the front door. Then, I skillfully (almost ripped my pants) climbed over the fence and cut through someone's backyard.
Luckily, Amaiah's house wasn't a far walk. But I did have to be extra careful walking by myself. I took precautions, making sure my hood was up the entire time. I also had the pocket knife tucked in my sweatpants.
Whether I was good at using it or not, I didn't know...and I didn't want to find out.
Once I made it to Amaiah's, I noticed her car was gone, and I could only imagine where she would have gone to lay low. Then I realized one thing—where the hell was I gonna go?
I weighed out the pros and cons of all my options, and I quickly pulled out my phone once I decided. I had to make a few calls, but eventually I felt safe enough to head to Eros's house in my own car.
Luckily, nobody had decided to break into my vehicle or bust one of my windows. At this point, I wouldn't put it past my bad luck.
I needed to prove something to myself.
Not to anyone else...just me.
I knew there would be security still stationed at Eros's house, so I had to be careful of what I said. Hopefully they wouldn't ask too many questions, but eventually they're going to notice something is off.
Pulling up the long driveway, I took a deep breath and headed toward the doors. I smiled at the man who opened the front entrance for me, and I almost started to feel bad.
But I shoved the guilt far down, knowing that this is what I needed.
I made the trek up the stairs with a quick pace, wanting to get in and out swiftly.
I dug through the closet in my "bedroom" and found the original bags I brought all my shit in. I didn't know how much was going to fit, but I would take what I could. And I would not be leaving with anything I didn't buy for myself. No fucking way.
I skipped over a sweater that I loved because it was already here when I moved in. Eros got it for me, along with the tons of other clothes that were still hanging in the closet. I couldn't keep any of them—it didn't feel right.
