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Chapter Twelve: d
Song: Flaws by The Vancouver Sleep Clinic

I'm tired of it all. I'm sick of the drugs, the lifestyle, these feelings, his love. You can't blame a girl for wanting something more. I'll never be satisfied again, I'm just a leach hoping from victim to victim trying to survive, and I my dears survive on love.

Throwing all my belongings into a duffel bag I read myself for another journey.

"Where the hell are you going?" I hear a deep throaty voice out of nowhere.

I don't pay him any mind and continue my packing.

"Are you deaf bitch. I said where the hell do you think your going." He seethes.

Zipping the bag close I walk past him to head down the stairs, but he grabs my arm making me halt.

Letting out a breath of ignorance I look up to him on boredom, "I'm leaving dumbass. I don't want you anymore."

Yanking my arm from his grasp I make my way out the door, but sadly he wouldn't make it so easy for me, of course he'd make a scene he's high and I have his heart.

"Don't you walk away from me." He yanked me hard into his chest making me on instinct slide my elbow harshly into his abdomen.

He let out a gasp, but kept his grip. He tossed me roughly onto the ground making me scrap my hands and knees on the ground. He begin to stalk towards me again when out of the blue a fist came colliding into his face.

In seconds Cobra was on the ground and the stranger was brutally beating him. I watched calmly as blood clotted on his eyebrows and on his lips. I crawled over to my bag and tried to heave myself up but failing immediately.

I moaned in pain and held myself.

"What have I gotten myself into...what have you gotten me into?"

The stranger pushed himself off of Cobra and kicked him in the gut. He then turned to me and bent down next to me. I didn't fight him, didn't even look him in the eye. I just let him pick me up and carry me off.

Taking a peak at his face I toke in his beautiful features. The glowing grey eyes, his dark ruffled hair, and a gentle face.

"You're gonna be okay," he whispered to me.

If only he knew.

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