Drugs, Sex, and Violence.

Ch. three

I watched her every move. I was slowly becoming more and more obsessed with her.
I had by now remembered her entire routine, from waking up to her midnight joint.
She'd talk to me sometimes like I was there with her, I knew her entire life story, from the deepest level of hell she'd seen, to her trip to Disneyland when she was 13 because she thought she was going to die.
She was amazing.

I rang her doorbell knowing well she was home.
"Hello?" She answered.
I handed her the roses then walked in, throwing my bag on the floor next to the couch.
"Can I crash here? Some shit is going on and I have to stay low or I'll get killed." I said bluntly.
"Yeah, I just made some,"
"Tacos yeah I know. And yes I would like some." I finished for her.
She smiled and nodded, heading to the kitchen as I stared at her backside.

"Here you go Lou." She said handing me the plate, I smiled.
"You know for a girl who's only half Mexican, these tacos taste a lot like my dads." I said with some sadness in my voice.
She frowned and hugged me from my side, then she laid her head in my lap.
I put my now empty plate on the coffee table and I ran my hand through her hair, her marked thighs were exposed and I ran my fingers over the rigged lines.
"Why'd you do these?" I asked.
"I was sick, I felt like that was all I could do, and then I'd die and have had no legacy. And it made me overwhelmed, I had to ease myself somehow. That just happened to be it." She said and I looked at the wall.
"You're perfect to me. I've never felt this way about someone and it scares me. You're talented, and Danny, I love you."
She sat up and looked at me.
"I love you too." She said smiling and  then she laid her head back down.
Man she was breaking me.

|-/
Thinking about deleting this book. - Kylie