This Is The Sequel To "The only exception."If You Haven't Read That Story First I Suggest You Go Do That Now.
May,17 8:00pm
I Wish I Was Strong Like I Used To Be,
Before Hurt And Pain Weakened Me.
Then Maybe This Wouldn't Hurt So Much,
All I Need Is Your Gentle Touch....
You Know Who You Are And What I Mean.
You Know That You Are...A Part Of My Dream....
I sighed as i dropped my pen down on the desk closing my journal.
iv been writing in this thing every since graduation day, I guess it's my way of coping with everything.
i ran my fingers through my curls as I headed down stairs to the basement.
i had a long day i worked from 7am to 7pm so im tired as hell and all i want to do is take a hot shower and sleep. but unfortunately i can't do that because im over here to help dad, but i don't mind.
every since mom died last year from bone cancer things just haven't been the same.
Mom's death took a toll on all of us, she was indeed the glue who kept this fucked up family together.
we tried everything we could surgery, radiation, and chemotherapy but nothing was enough.
the doctors said her case was too severe.
Dad is completely broken.
Which is why I m here to help him out with whatever e needs.
i come over to cook, clean, run errands for him literally whatever he needs.
i may as well live here.
"paris, you down here?" called a voice from the top of the steps. i knew that voice anywhere.
"yea" i called out with a smile on my face.
seconds later he walked into the laundry room where I stood.
soon as his eyes landed on me that beautiful smile stretched across his face.
"Hey baby." I smiled as he came over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist
"i missed you today." he informed me.
"oh, yea?" i asked.
he nodded.
"then show me how much you missed me." i said in a low seductive tone.
he bit down on his bottom lip then picked me up and placed me on top of the dryer.
I chuckled wrapping my hands around his neck as I meet him half way until our lips locked together.
everytime he kissed me butterflies would flutter around in my stomach.
travis is my world, my everything. we have been together for 2 years now but it feels like much longer.
i met him when i went off to college. after we both graduated he moved all the way out here just for me.
He gave it all up, for me.
"How was your day?" He questioned using his finger to tuck my hair behind my ear.
Travis: how was day?
Paris: horrible im so exhausted!
"aww babe, its okay later on when we get home im going to make you feel all better." travis said with a wicked smile. damn, he fine as fuck.
