I went back to where my friends are and furiously told them the bastard wrote an address on the palm of my hand.
On the friggin' palm of my hand, people! My friggin' palm!
Then I said that I'll go there to teach the brute a lesson.
But Dylan wasn't so happy about it.
"Baby, do you have to?" he asked me, clearly worried for what will happen next.
"Yes, he doesn't have the right to do that without our permission!" I told him.
"What if he rapes you or do something you won't like?"
"Baby, I'll be fine. I can handle myself, see?" I flexed my arm even though he won't see any of my muscles to reassure him.
He smiled but it didn't reach his eyes. I know he's really worried.
"Fine, but you take care, okay?"
"I will."
With that, I kissed him and left to go to the address written on my palm.
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And here I am on 69th Street, Let's Go Bruh. I'm seeing an open garage and assumed that the silver-haired guy's inside so I went in which confirmed my assumption.
I saw him taking a picture of a pair of models which are twins.
And he even has a set. Hmm, quite impressive.
"Hey!" I shouted. "What the heck was that, huh? Why the hell are-" and for the second time in a row, the bastard cut me off and pushed me in between the twins. He started taking photos again.
"Strike a pose," he simply said as he snapped multiple photos of us.
"Wha- oh- okay."
I put on my fierce look, snap.
I removed my jacket half-way, snap.
[a/n: my apologies. i don't know how to explain what rita did in her mv. XD]
The guy- I realized I still do not know his name- didn't have a satisfied look until he pushed the twins aside and let me have my solo.
I smirked at the camera, snap.
I removed my jacket completely and posed, snap.
Then, I realize, I'm just new to this but I feel like a pro. Maybe I'm a natural, or I really am. It's just a part of me, I think.
But what I don't realize later on is that these will only last for a short time and all these will only poison me until the end.
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a/n: there ya go, chapter 2! hope you've read well. xx
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Poison
Conto“i pick my poison and it's you, nothing can kill me like you do. you're going straight to my head; and i'm heading straight to the edge. i pick my poison and it's you.”
