Online n.h

Twenty Six

1amgrunge: "You are a prisoner of your own mind."

12pmpunk: "I'll never be, be what you see inside."

I receive a text message from an unknown number. Weird..
From: Unknown number
Times running..You've got one week to decide.
P.s. don't try to hide, we are always watching.

I immediately started hyperventilating and Marcel rushed into the room and grabbed me close. "Lauren, breathe. What happened?" He asked worriedly trying to calm me down.

I gave him my phone and he read the message. He let out a frustrating sigh and punched the wall above the headboard. "I won't let them get to you, Lauren." Marcel's eyes were bloodshot when he opened them back up from their previous position.

I just sighed sadly and trudged lazily to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. I started thinking on the decision I was going to have to make. Unless.. I don't have to make one! That's it, I'll try to locate somewhere else with the boys.

I placed the food on the table and began creating a plan whilst Marcel and I ate in a comfortable silence.

~Friday~

1amgrunge: "We might not have it all together, but together we have it all."

12pmpunk: "Because you know I can't trust myself and my 3.am shadow."

Today was the day the boys and I were going to the club. I haven't gone out of the apartment this whole week. I've been planning my escape with the boys and so far, all I need is for the right time to take action.

Marcel has been in and out giving me time to plan which was good. But, at times I would feel lonely and unsafe. I would feel watched in fact. I had an unsteday feeling in my gut that something was going to happen tonight.

Tomorrow is the last day to make my decision. Perhaps, that is the reasoning as to why I feel so nervous and anxious about tonight.

I took a shower and shaved everything to look the least bit more appealing than I have in months. I searched through my closet making things such as shirts and pants fall off the hangers.

I managed to find one of the few dresses I owned. It was the typical little black dress that every girl just so happens to have for any formal occasion. It was fitted on every inch and curve on my body. It reached mid thigh which I made sure I was able to walk without it raveling up.

I paired red heels with the dress. I curled my hair into loose curls. I did a simple yet bold makeup look. A smokey eye with winged eyeliner, a bold red lipstick, and a basic foundation routine. Consisting of, the foundation itself, bronzer, and blush.

Marcel walked into the room and was left speechless. His usual curly mess was up in a quiff. He wore skin tight blacks jeans. He also suited a sheer black dress shirt which gave me a glimpse at his fit body scattered with tattoos. He paired everything with some black converse.

"You look smoking hot, babe." He said with a slight smirk and walked over slapping my bum in the process. I narrowed my eyes and scolded him playfully.

Marvel grabbed his keys and we headed out to his sleek black motorcycle. I was a bit nervous because, I've never been on it and I'm wearing a dress.

"Hop on, babe. Just hold on tight." Marcel said handing me a helmet and patting the seat. I pulled the helmet over my head and hesitantly climbed on.

The moment Marcel stirred up the engine I clutched on like there was no tomorrow. He scurried off going 80 miles per hour making me squeal and squeeze my eyes shut.