*Previously known as Sinking in Chaos*
-D A L L A S-
"Did he really cheat on you? -D"
Who the hell is D? I don't know anyone with the name that starts except Dylan but he has my number.
The only other person is, oh god. No. Not him.
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Anger is a...
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Again with the misleading titles. My bad.
There isn't any Blood or Sex or Booze.
Okay, maybe a little Sex, depends on how I'm feeling. I guess you have to read and see. ;)
Okay, okay. If you want to read the sexy part, go over to my Mature Chapters book.
XOXO
-Kate
I tossed and turned in my bed. It was too hot especially with Dallas wrapped around my waist. His breath was fanning my neck which was adding to the heat.
I rolled over to check the time. 2:00 in the morning.
It was way too hot to fall back asleep. I sat up and pulled the cotton shirt over my head. I slid out of my pants. I laid back down next to Dallas with only my panties on.
Much better. I sighed in comfort and was about to drift back to sleep when my stomach started to growl.
I rolled my eyes and slipped the shirt back on. I padded down the hallway and down the stairs to the kitchen.
I opened the fridge and practically drooled at the bowl of leftover tortellini. I placed the bowl of food in the microwave and heated it up.
Before it could hit 0 seconds and send out that ping that was definitely louder at night, I opened the door and hissed when I felt the side of the bowl.
I stuck my finger in my mouth to soothe the burn. I sucked up my pain because my stomach sounded like World War 3 and quickly got the bowl out of the microwave and sat it on the counter top.
After a few minutes of letting my food cool, I started to shovel it into my mouth minding the slight burn on my tongue. I was too hungry to think about it.
I saw my phone light up with a voicemail from my father. I clicked on it and put it to my ear to listen.
Hi, baby. Your mother has told me the news. She said that it was time for you to come live with me. I'm flying over from brazil in the morning and we can talk on Wednesday about the arrangement.
My mom talked to my dad?
I didn't think she kept in contact with my father anymore.
And Brazil? He's in Brazil?
He cant take custody of me. I was going to 18 in a few weeks so what's the point?
A wave a nausea washed over me at the thought of talking to my father in person. He hadn't been around for five years. We hadn't spoke to each other in five years.
I pushed away the pasta and stood up from the table. I wasn't hungry anymore. I just needed sleep.
I went back upstairs with a nauseous stomach. I slipped back out of my shirt because I was still hot.
