it was eight pm and i still havent picked my outfit. i look at the pile of clothes on the bed and sigh. i walk over to the mirror and check myself out. i loved my body so much. i had curves in the right places and i was pretty sure my ass was perfection. i had the same body shape as my jamaican mother and my eyes were light blue just like my english dad. i loved my parent so much and at this moment i hope they are enjoying their vacation in the carribean.
i picked up my phone and texted mark.
hey, come help me pick something to wear.
two minutes later,theres a banging on my bedroom door and mark enters.
"i'm here princess" he announces cheerfully. i laugh and point at the pile of clothes on the bed.
" mmmm.... dont you worry we shall find you the perfect clothes" he says as he moves toward the bed and starting searching and moving things aside. i wanted to looked good and sexy because parties at Mj were always crazy.
i remember once when a guy tried to rape me because the dress i wore torn on the side and he thought i did it on purpose. mark is the one who rescued me.
"try this one" he said throwing me a pair of short and blouse. i quickly go into the bathroom and change into the clothes mark gave me. i exit the bathroom and show mark.
"wow, you look sexy girl" he said smiling. " now you need boots and the outfit is completely.
"yes! " i says as i sway my hips from side to side going over my shoes stand to get my boots.
mark sits on my bed and light a spiff.
"by the window mark,you know we have talked about this," i say pointing a finger at him. he smirks and moves to the window. after a few puffs he passes it on. i take a long drag and feel it right in my head.
"wow, this shit is good," i say as i feel the familiar sensations taking over.
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HE SAVED ME
Romanceall days are not Sunday. Emma is a party girl. she drinks and takes drugs. she is just a girl who likes to have fun no matter what. that's her soul purpose in life until one day...
