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Vernon's OP

she was in front of me, finally. I couldn't hold the tears running down my face. she was shocked to say at least, she couldn't find the right words to speak up. I walked up to her, I didn't care, I went in and held her as tight as I could. Presley wasn't having it since she pushed me away. damn, that girl had muscles. I was on the floor as Presley kept yelling and hitting me. "you son of a bitch! I fucking hate you, you fucking cheeto faced asshole!" that was it, this was my little girl. I didn't mind her hits, I could only laughed which made her more mad than she already was.

"why are you laughing, you fricking douche?!" "cause you are alive, cause you are fucking alive, Tennessee girl" "I'm from Ohio, you dic... alive?" I stood up again to lift Presley on my arms. "YOU ARE ALIVE! YOU AND OUR BABY!" "Put me down, Vernon! you idiot..." I was too happy to listen to her I just got her close to me and kissed her. I missed her lips and when she stopped kicking me I knew she missed mine. "you left me for dead, you almost throw me to your father and now you are all happy and shit kidnapping me?!" "yes, I am and I couldn't be more happier, little girl. but there's also too much you need to know..." Presley found her way out of my grip "I don't want to know, Vernon! I'm not the naive little girl you thought I was. Seungcheol... Seungcheol I need to go back to him." "no, Presley... I won't let you g..."

"you aren't going anywhere, little bitch..."