I was sick and stupid blondie was like.
"oh you'll be fine or toughen up."
its like do you know I was thrown into that fucking lake three days ago.?
"Katie wake-up! you have to see this!“ I groaned and sat up.
"what?"
"I think Steven is throwing Tiffany out!“
"yup, I gotta see this."
the passed couple weeks tiffany has been beating the crap out of me and being sick doesn't help either.
"maybe he found out." I thoughtlessly said.
"but I'd have to go with her Katie, I can't do it, she's terrible!“ he cried.
seeing a grown man cry was depressing.
"we could write each other." I suggested.
"yeah I guess we could." he said coughing.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Steven's pov. (literally one sentence.)
"get out you thieving whore!"
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"this is better than my Spanish sitcoms I used to watch." I was practically talking to myself because no one was here just me.
I got up and got dressed and stumbled down stairs.
then I was hugged from behind.
“ow!" I cried.
"what? what did I do?"
"um nothing." I lied. and it was bad.
"did Tyler hurt you?"
"what? no he was really nice."
"well who el- Tiffany."
"yup." I said popping the P.
he growled which made me jump.
"I thought you knew." I said sitting down.
"why didn't you tell me?" he asked settling next to me.
I started coughing again, but I just needed some antibiotics because I knew I had bronchitis or something.
"you really are sick."
"I'm not sick, I have bronchial infection it happens all the time." I reassured.
"okay." he said unsure.
"what day is it?" I asked
"January 28. why?" he asked.
"my birthday is tomorrow."
"you'll be what twenty?" he asked.
"yeah. can I get a phone?" I asked.
"yeah I guess."
"thank you!“ I hugged him.
he cleared his throat, meaning I should stop.
"sorry!" I ran up stairs I threw myself onto my bed. he must've thought I was upset because he followed and bursts into my room.
"are you okay?"
*wheezes* "yeah fine."
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His Only. {°°°ON HOLD°°°}
VampiroKatie Welsh, blood slave, nobody. or so they thought that simple, when auctioned though she ran good money. "68,000! to the gentleman in red." the auctioneer said through the Mic. "shit, fake smile look confident." I thought. they pushed me to the...