5 months later
bryce hall
i'm living the life in las vegas with nick, mikey, and my other roommate anthony marsella.
brooklyn talked to me for a couple weeks then stopped... so i assume she is having fun living with her dad.
"bryce!" i heard a female yell.
i walk out my room to see my little sister lezahn.
"oh hey lele." i said hugging her.
she hands me a bunch of paper.
"whats this?" i ask. "letters from brooklyn."
i walked in my room and threw them on my desk.
"yo! lets go out and eat." nick said as he hugged lele.
"oooo nandos?" she asked.
"anything for lil lele." mikey said pinching her cheeks.
we walked out the house and to nicks car.
brooklyn hall
i slightly opened my eyes but quickly closing them again due to the bright lights hitting my face...
i groan, my face still hurting from yesterday.
"wakey wakey!" frank yelled from outside my door.
"i'm up!" i yelled.
"ian is almost here hurry and get ready."
you're probably wonder what the fuck happened to me in the past five months...
well i might as well tell you.
i stayed in california for a week before frank made me leave cali and go to las vegas. he said it was going to be a month or two, NOPE A BITCH WAS TERRIBLE WRONG!
my so called father is a type of gang leader type shit. so i'm his goons property. we get to his house in las vegas which happens to be in the middle of the fucking desert.
it's so fucking secluded.
my father said to me and i quote "you are here to pleasure them." i was really offended...
i talked back he pushed me down a flight of stairs. yeh, horrible right? did they take me to a hospital you ask? well no. did i pass out? yeh. do i remember much? nope.
one of his goons, has been having more fun with me than the others.
i just want to be home. my father cut off all communication with my mother, bryce, and lele.
so i've been writing letters to them, i've been waiting a long five months for bryce to come save me maybe.
lately, this one goon goes by the name scar, he's been very violent towards me when he has his fun.
yesterday he said some stupid shit that wasn't doing my 'job'. I DON'T GET PAID AND I'M NOT A PERSONAL SEX TOOL BUT ANYWHORE.
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Fanfiction"alright fuck, marry, kill." Bryce said as we were on younow. "Okay." I said. "Mikey Barone, Me, and Mark Thomas." "Kill you, Fuck Mark, and Marry Mikey cause he's daddy material."
