After another stressful, hard, long day in New York City Lacey entered her dorm on Jefferson Avenue. She had ran away to the city at the young age of sixteen and somehow weaseled her way into a small college.
Lacey often found peace on the rooftop. It was an easy getaway, and almost no one was ever there. That would change. She stood where the railing met the building. Next thing she knew a sharp pain went through her arm. Looking down she had cut herself on the railing. "Shit!" She said grimacing in pain.
"Hello?" She jerked around to see a shady looking guy about a yard away from where she was standing. 'He's actually pretty cute, my age maybe a little older?' She thought to herself.
"Are you okay?" Lacey looked at the ground sharply inhaling. She glanced at the railing. Relieved it wasn't rusty.
"I'm sorry-uh yeah I'm fine." There was a moment of silence. He came closer. Too close for strangers.
"No. You're bleeding! It's okay you can trust me." He took her arm (without even knowing her name) and examined the wound. Without another word he led her to the elevator.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?Where are you taking me?" Lacey asked frantically.
"Don't worry, I'll help you." She was in so much pain She just went with this mere stranger. "Anthony." He muttered unlocking his door.
"What?" Lacey pulled her hand back looking at her own wound.
"Anthony Ramos."
"Oh." She exclaimed walking in. "Lacey."
They were greeted by Anthony's puppy Miles.
"That's Miles." Anthony smiled and led her to his kitchen sink and washed the wound. It came to me how much I had entrusted in him. He could have been a murderer, yet I went into his home. There is something about names. Something truly trustworthy.
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Enough -Anthony Ramos-
General Fiction"So..." Anthony looked down. "I really have to go, but thanks again." I prolonged my words. I mean this Ramos is pretty damn cute. "Wait!" Anthony exclaimed as I got up to leave. "Can I get your number?" He asked. I laughed. "I'll text it to you!" I...
