The whole walk home made me feel uneasy, as if I was being followed, watched, stalked even. It was funny, this happened in a story I was reading...I then realize the girl was almost raped. Shit. I started to walk a bit faster...like, a lot faster.
Then I broke out into an all-out run. I liked my sanity, innocence, purity-- whatever the fuck I have I'm keeping it thank you so very much! I smacked up against the door..to my house. As if on cue, my mother opens the door to scold me, saying;
"Don't bang on the door, ugh what's that on your head, did you dye your hair again last night?" I simply sighed at her. I love her to death but..with her working two to three jobs a night and refusing to let me help, things slip by. Like my birthday a few months ago..and when I adopted Alex..and when I pierced my lip.
A frown stretched across my face, until I myself, only felt disappointment and abandonment. I looked up, from my depressing daze, and realize that she was still waiting for an answer, car keys in hand.
"Oh! Uhhm..I didn't mean to, it's a beanie, and yes I dyed it again...you helped me.." I trailed, knowing she was far too busy to notice my mood swing. She shrugged me off and then told me she loved me, she'd be back when I got home from school..tomorrow. I smiled, nodded, and out the door she went.
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Little did anyone know, when my mother left me, I did my other favorite 'past time'. Crying in a little ball on my bed, feeling oh so sorry about myself because of something that happened between me and my mother. Or anyone.I guess I was a pushover, but nonetheless there I laid, curled up petting Alex while binge watching American Horror Story. I didn't bother with homework, honestly because I frankly had enough time to do to all before each class. They gave us stupidly easy things, like "Square Root of 144?" and all.
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Throughout my little television session, I felt a pair of eyes on me, but I refused to open my window, because that's how you get killed in the movies. So I ignored it as best as I could, munching happily on Sour Skittles until a certain puppy stole them away!"Alex!! What the fuck bro come on!" I screeched, rushing him as he scurried downstairs to the kitchen. "I'll give you a treat!" I called out, 'gracefully' tripping over the bottom step and falling into a wall.
The wall had shocking green eyes, an outfit similar to mine minus the beanie, a wide smirk, and a rock hard chest.
Oh, and a pistol strapped to his hip. That got me realizing that a fucking hot ass dude is standing very close to me. Ridiculously close. Not that I minded.
Mister Sexy nodded at me, gripping my elbow and 'leading' (dragging, more like) me back to my room. Then, after sitting me on my bed, he caged me in with his legs and forced me to look up at him.
"I'll get your mutt if you promise not to run or scream." He stated. Ohhh fuck, his voice was like heaven. I almost scoffed at him, but covered it with a cough.
He raised an eyebrow and chuckled, the deep sound making me feel...excited? Perhaps it was from all the Skittles.
"I don't know y-you...get o-ut?" I squeaked, asking instead of demanding. Shit. He simply shook his head 'no' and waltzed out of my room. I was in shock. Staying on my bed, I layed down slowly, wrapping my hands around my hips and closing my eyes.
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I woke up to a furry ball sitting on my chest and my head on a thigh.
His thigh.
I jumped up, well, tried to, but was grabbed around the shoulders and slammed into his chest. I cried out, and his grip loosened slowly, his arm sliding to my stomach. He leaned his face into the crook of my neck, breathing heavily.
"When you jumped I thought you were being taken from me." He explained. I furrowed my eyebrows, not understanding why he cared. I decided to voice my concerns.
"Why do you care?" My tone was harsh, and he tightened his hold on me.
"Because as of now, you're mine. Now go to bed. Goodnight Snow."
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AHHH I DID ITTT!!!
So..expect a lot of sexual stuff between 'Mister Sexy' and lovely Snowfall. Just how the story goes! Also, there will be many updates along the next month or so, since June is a lazy month in my life. Thank you for reading!Katarinia.
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Romance"Sit down, we've got work to do." I backed against the wall, pressing myself away from my captor. I refused to be another young girl murdered by this asshole. It wouldn't happen. He walked closer, calculating and sizing me up. He smirked suddenly, h...