Drugs, Sex, and Violence.

Ch. 4

"No me importa cuánto cuesta sólo lo hacen!" He yelled into his phone.
He said something about not caring about the cost but that's as far as I listened.
Something about him just made me feel safe.
Maybe it was because I was the only one who knew about his memorial tattoo for his father who'd died of the same disease that I was sure would kill me.
"por favor deja de gritar?" I said and he nodded.
I told him to quit yelling, it was hard to get him to speak English again when he started with the Spanish but honestly I didn't care.
He winked as he hung up his phone,
"Who was that?" I asked.
"Marcus, I told him to find us a house where we could have that dog you like." He said and I smiled.
"But a Tibetan mastiff is like 3,000 a puppy." I stated.
"Yeah I know, I just bought one." He said casually.
"No you didn't!" I said shocked. "Oops." He replied smiling.
"I rushed over to him and hugged the hell out of him. "Thank you thank you! I love you oh my god!" I stated excitedly.
"He's ours, like our huge baby that'll attack anyone who fucks with you, so if I'm away or out and someone comes after you, he'll help." He said and I smiled.
"But when you do go out please be safe." I said and he nodded.
"His name shall be Bear." He said and I nodded.
"You're my babe and he's my baby." I said laughing.
He was fixing me.
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This chapter sucks ass. - Kylie