Gwen h.s

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"You like that baby-girl?" his familiar voice lingers into the air which was laced with seductiveness as I felt his fingers travel to my long tangled hair and wrapped it around his knuckles to pull my head back roughly. Our hips rocked against each other in such a fast pace as my ass slapped against his thigh and balls. We moaned higher than our own slapping sound of our skins. I felt that anxious feeling at the pit of my stomach while my eyes rolls back in such pleasure building. I wanted to turn my head and see the man who was fucking me good but I couldn't move my head. So, I let my head fall to see where we connect while I was on my knees and hands for him but he pulls my head back once again and groans out for me. I knew we were both coming to an end.

"Oh, fuck, Gwen-"

"Oh, daddy."

My body jolts up as my lungs couldn't function and I remain breathless just processing what occurred during that dream. The voice sticked to my head and my dream was never forgotten unlike the other dreams since I was young which never came back to my memory. The banging in my head was irritating but I ignore the pain that i was used to. The beauty of alcohol. Pulling a small frown to my lips, the air thicken as the beaming light was pale like my skin because of the sun illuminating the white color of my walls. I pull up my arms for a stretch and slowly peeled myself away from my bed. I grab my phone to see if any messages or calls were missed and there was one. A message. A strange one. A unknown one. Unlocking it, the mysterious message appears before my eyes.

good-morning gorgeous. x

Who in the hell...the only person who grabs my suspicion was Niall. Was this Niall? Did he change his number? No, he would have told me. Memories flashes through my mind as I look at the pervious message that was sent last night. Oh god, who.. Just who?

Who is this?

Will they reveal their identity to me? Biting my lip as I await a minute for this stranger to reply but it never came, so, I just left my phone on the sheets of my bed to continue my boring morning routine.

Brush teeth, shower, change, and go for a morning jog.

No, scratch that.

Brush teeth, shower, change, take Advil, drink water, and go back to sleep.

Thats better.

My curiosity was annoying the shit out of me because of the mysterious text message.  All these possibilities never made me feel uneasy about myself. Ignoring the racing thoughts in my head and the pain swirling in my brain, I head into the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. My fingers latches around the knob and pulls the little lever as I wait for the water to spill out. The water graciously falls down as I put my hands under the warm liquid to fill up my palms and splash it all over my face. The feeling felt good at the surface of my skin as it absorbs through my pores.

"Gwen!"

The irritating voice made the pounding in my head louder. Jesus christ.

"What!" I yelled back.

"We need to talk, I'll be waiting downstairs."

Groaning as I hear her footsteps fadeaway before I even object.

"Jesus." I mutter to myself in irritation as I hurriedly brushed my teeth and got changed into my old school t-shirt along with some grey sweats. Walking to my dresser, I pick up an elastic hair band and place it between my teeth as I pull my hair up into the bun then secure it with the hair tie. A buzz was heard in the depths of my bed as my eyes wandered to my phone. My heart beats quickly as I hesitantly reach to grasp my phone into my palms to see who was the annoyingly anonymous person. As the message displayed in front of me, I felt relieved yet disappointed at the same time. The strange person didn't revealed himself. It was Niall.