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This isn't your 'Normal Love story'. No, Not At All.
It's a story of two individuals, belonging to SO differen...
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[Warning: Use of explicit language and mention physical abuse]
OCTOBER 20, 1987 (LA, California, USA)
| MICHAEL |
She pulled the car in front of a beautiful house, it was a perfect sized house and looked warmly beautiful. Then something clicked my head. Her family. Will they say something? It was quite late at night. But top of all what will they think when they'll see me? How will they react?
"Um... Ms. Scarllette? What about your family? I mean how will they-"
"I live alone and please call me Mae, Mr. Jackson." I chuckled a bit and was really happy she said that.
"So, I guess calling by names implies only to me." she laughed and I heard Alice laughing too.
"C'mon now let's get inside before anyone notices you." she said and we quickly entered her house. It was so beautifully arranged. Beautiful Antique pieces decorated the house along with several paintings or portraits. Dark wooden work perfectly was contrasting with the light colored walls, making everything breathtaking.
"Beautiful. Your house is really beautiful... Mae." I said looking at her and she was already looking at me. And as I looked at her I noticed my attention was again captured by her eyes. They were simply intriguing.
Then I heard someone coughing in a fake manner and we both snapped out of the trance we didn't even realized we were in. We quickly looked in the direction to see Alice. My face set on fire.
"Mae, I guess you should take Mr. Jackson to the guest room." Alice said smirking a bit, her hands crossed at her chest, her head tilting a bit and I felt so embarrassed.
"Of-course I will." she said narrowing her eyes at Alice which made me laugh.
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We entered a room which was fairly big and so neatly and decently arranged. Aqua colored, plain curtains with white design shielded the fairly big windows. The bed was quite big and decorated with the same shade as curtains. There was a large book shelf near the bed.
"You like to read?" I asked, reaching towards the shelf with was mostly stacked with novels.
"Yeah. Very much." She said softly, making me look at her again and she has a soft smile on her face.
She then, moved towards the closet, opening it, making me wonder what she was doing. She turned around with some white t-shirt and black sweat pants, which were male clothing.
She said she was alone then how are male clothing here? Should I ask her? Is she having a brother?
Is she committed?
"You live alone, right?" My mouth worked faster than my mind for the thought was so strong. Her instant reaction was to look away at my sudden question and for the first time I saw a hint of nervousness in those huge, grey eyes.
