The Perfect Guy ♢ Stephen Curry

Prologue ✧ The Perfect Guy

"The final portrait is often furthest from the truth"

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I looked out my bedroom room window and looked down at my backyard. I cracked the window open and let the Los Angeles breeze hit me.

I slipped on a white tank top and black nike shorts, letting my wavy hair fall from my bun. I walked over to my bedroom door and right when I was about to open the door I heard footsteps downstairs.

I tiptoed to the stairs only to see a man with sandy brown hair walking around the house. It was Stephen. I thought I would never see him again but unfortunately I did.

I felt my heartbeat quicken and I ran back into my room locking the door. I wanted to faint at the thought of him around, I had no way of contacting the police or leaving because my phone and my keys were downstairs. It was too risky for him to see me.

I put myself in a corner with my knees to my chest. I tried to be as quiet as I could but I felt my throat close up making it hard for me to breathe.

I could only imagine with this man is capable of.

Ten minutes passed and I was convinced Stephen had left. It was dead silent and the only thing I could hear was my breathing.

Right when my hope built up, it fell back down. I began to hear banging on my door, it sounded like my doorknob was just about to fall off.

"No, no, no" I whispered with a handful of hair in my hand, I couldn't escape unless I jumped out my window which would lead to death.

Finally, the door broke. I looked at Stephen with fear taking over my body, he had looked at my legs with a smirk on his face when he saw how they were shaking violently.

It's like he enjoyed seeing me scared.

"Get the hell out of my house Curry" I growled at him as he walked towards me still having that evil smirk on his face. "I swear I'll make you regret it" I said even louder, he only chuckled clearly not intimidated at all.

I was only 150 pounds and 5'6, compared to him I wasn't very big at all which is why he never takes me serious.

He looked down at my tiny figure now grinning, "didn't you miss me baby? I missed you."

I now pushed him away from me. He then got even closer to the point his body was touching mine.

"I didn't appreciate you calling the cops on me, I just wanted to talk to you" he pouted with his fingers running across my face.

I scoffed at the lie he told, "You obviously don't know the meaning of talking Asšhole".

Before I knew it his hand was wrapped around my neck and he now was angry, "Fûck you just say to me?"

I didn't answer because he would most likely kill me if I did.

"You need me to put you back in your place?" He said clearly aggravated. I only shook my head looking away from him.

"You know I would never hurt you babygirl, don't you trust me?" He whispered with a deceiving smile. I could only put my face in my hands and start crying.

I felt regret, I felt anger, I felt scared, I wanted to just turn back in time. It was crazy how much of an angel someone could appear to be, when they actually are hiding the devil underneath their mask.

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