𝘿𝙖𝙮𝙫𝙤𝙣 𝘽𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙩: A dark, possessive, and dangerous feeling slithers through me every time 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙖 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧 crosses my path. She is my 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣. I desire to love her and destroy her for anyone else, making her solely re...
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EVER SINCE Iwas young, yet old enough to understand the circumstances of my life, I had dreams of moving out and living on my own. I dreamed of having my own apartment, creating my own space, and doing my own thing. I dreamed of being in control of my life, and the things around me.
I wanted to be independent, and not rely on anything that had to do with anyone else besides myself. Yet here I was, silent, sitting in the back of a Bentley truck. My arms were crossed and my teeth were clenched, with my eyes focused toward my lap.
I could feel both my sister and mother staring at me through the car window. My mother had a look of concern on her face while Aiyana made it seem like this was some joyous occasion.
When she found out about the news of me marrying Von, she was both happy and sad. Happy because she swore up and down that me and him were meant to be, and I almost smacked her for even thinking that. Sad though, because I was leaving. Especially after I just told her that I'd be there for her and her pregnancy.
So much for that.
"I believe that's everything, Miss Carter."
I could hear one of the security men say as they loaded the last of my luggage into the trunk. I didn't respond, nor did I acknowledge them at all. I just remained quiet, plotting my escape. There's no way in hell I was marrying Von.
