I woke up to the sound of snoring yeah snoring. Turns out that viccy can snore loader than I bear hibernating in the winter. I seriously thought that the zombie apocalypse was apone us. Which considering all that has happened in the last couple of days seems very much possible.
I climb out of the bed covers and slowly stand and walk to the miror. Let's just say four hours of sleep is not a good look on me. My hair is everywhere and the bags understand my eyes are huge. I could probably pass off as a zombie myself right now. God I need a shower. Slipping off my clothes and climbed into the small tub and let the warm water wash over me. Running my fingers though my conditioned hair trying to make it easier when I brush it when I get out.
I put my hair in the towel to dry and pulled anthor around me. Turning on my phone any looking though my music I settle on Nichel back. Jamming out to rock star i look through my bags which lay on the foot of my bed I get a white crop top T-shirt that has a nutelia jar on the front a pair of high wasted black jean shorts and six inch black ankle booties. Throwing up my wet hair in a messy bun atop of my head. Applying a coat of black mascara to my lasses and a thin line of eyeliner to my upper eyelid and to the bottom with a high brown eye shadow from my naked palate. Damn I look good.
Emerging from the bathroom I notice that viccy is still passed out cold. So I disside not to disturb her. Grabbing my purse and a blue berry flovored monster from the mini fridge I slip out of our hotel room carefull not to wake her. God how I wish I could sleep that well. I needed it even with makeup that bags under my eyes where still very there and very visiable.
The hotel surves a buffet style breakfast. I got biscuits and grave with a large stack of bacon. Because bacon is life. And a blue berry muffin. I have a weird addiction to blue berry and blue berry flavored things. I'm a werido I know you don't have to tell me. Not to mention the cup of coffee black. Yeah not my usual but I need the extra engery. And yes I drank a monster already as well what can I say I'm a caffeine addict.
I take my time to eat when I finally finish I get a extra cup of coffee to go then head back up to the room to see if viccy is awake yet. But everything seemed kind of weird and off. There was no one roaming the halls. Looking over to the parking lot where my car is. I see more cars there then when I first left the hotel room but still nobody was around. Then I notice that 1 of the cars looks familiar. then it clicked why nobody was there. They were here he was here.
Feeling as if my heart was going to explode out of my chest I ran up the stairs to the room as fast as possible. Searching my bag for the key card in a state of panic. When I finally got out and open the door the room was empty. Besides for 1 person. And it wasn't victoria.
"Alic" I said in a quit whisper not wanting to believe my eyes. there in front of me stood my ex. extremely tall and handsome man. He was black about 6.11 (yeah he's a fucking giant.) His big brown eyes looking at me with so much hope that in them. He was wearing dark jeans with a white collared polo shirt. And man did he look good. Alic divinci.
It was been a little over a year since I last saw him. But yet he hasn't changed at all athor than well besides the fact that he must of grown out his little stuble along his jaw line. We started dating last year during my freshman year of high school and his of college so yeah he's four years older than but hey like I said earlier I didn't date guys I went to school with. Plus my mom liked him. My dad was four years older than my mom after all. And she said that when she was 15 she dated a guy in his mid20s so she couldn't tell me not to do what she did after all.
I broke up with Alic when I discovered that he was in a gang. Not only was he in a gang he was the leader. And they where known for drugs and yes even murder. Which was not a good thing for me in the lest bit.

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Broken
FantasyChavelle's life is anything but normal. After her dad killed himself her life took a turn for the worst. when she starts to hear his voice in her head telling her that he's still alive. But two years later her twin sister Eva goes missing and she wi...