Casanova /// h.s.

Fifteen

The song above goes along w this chapter :) chapter edited by n_storan

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Beckys POV

It took me awhile to pack up my belongings.. i really dont want to go to be honest. I want to finish college, after everything i had sacrificed by working in strip clubs to earn money for college... it is never going to pay off, just because i didnt finish my four years. 

My mom, would of been so proud of me if i stayed in college and graduated. Honestly i think she would be disappointed if she knew i left college because of a stupid dumbass, fucking ignorant, asshole.

I dont know what to think of this, i dont know if it is a good decision or a bad decision? Nowadays it pisses me off, because i dont have a free will anymore; it feels that if all my decisions are being made for me.

 Sometimes it can get overwhelming with life, but i learned that the hard way... although i dont remember my mothers death, my father would always tell me stories of how my mom would do amazing things for people, and how she wore her heart on her sleeve...Father claims that she was a strong leader for those who were lost, and mentioned that he was the one who was lost & yet she was his strong, compassionate leader that was in love with him and somehow he was in love with her.

But one day... my dad fucked her, and ended up with me? A totally insecure motherfucker.

Once i was born, i guess the nurse who was assigned to provide care for my mom.. left my moms side to talk to my dad about my moms some sort of health condition. I never witnessed her death since i was a infant... but my dad still cant continue the story from there, everytime he told me the story he would just get up and walk out of the room to which we were in. But all he could say, was that she wasnt ready to raise a child. 

I still wonder to this day if she ever would love me? Would she even be happy with me? I wish i was here to ask her that in person... 

I packed everything that was in my room, and walked out of my bedroom to see Roger and Abby having a make out session that was directly infront of me...ew. I walked passed them, ignoring their tongue on tongue nasty shit, and out of the apartment to be satisfied that there was a dark pink reflection of myself infront of me?

"Its a portal."

I looked to my right to see a lady in what seems to be a maid outfit.. it was long and flowy but this lady seemed very old in her age but looked very pretty. Not to be rude, but in the nicest way possible. The lady had white short hair, and gray eyes that were mysteriously rare.

"Margret, this is your new demander."

I looked to my left to see Roger standing besides Abby, holding hands. I gazed at both of them in 'awe'. Even though Abby blushed at my gaze, Roger didnt seem pleased at my 'best friend language' so instead of calling me out, he growled... a deep growl that could be heard a mile away. Werewolf?

"Pleased to meet you. Im Margret, your death sworn servant."