Hannah's POV:
It's 6 am and I'm chilling in my living room watching some tv. It wasn't long before Rakim started texting me a bunch of stupid shit, I could tell he was tripping off acid.
I screamed at the sight of my front door being busted open.
"You shady bitch!"
It was Austin-_-. Shit, he knows.
"What the hell? Austin! You're paying for this to get fixed! There's something called knocking. You should really try it sometime." He hurried over to me and grabbed me by my hair.
I screamed in tears, as he dragged me into my bedroom.
"All ask of you is respect and what do I get? A dirty whore" he backhanded me in the face and caused me to fall onto the bed.
I blacked out.
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Just What I Am.
FanfictionNeither of them know how to love. In fact, they don't even believe in love. Both caught up in the focus on money. When the words "I love you" come out do they mean it? Or is it just another lie to move on?
