Love The Way You Lie

The First Page of Our Story

That dilemma motivated me to edit everything including this. I've made the chapter a bit longer so I went ahead and updated today. The next chapter will be be updated regularly. I swear this is the last time I will make update adjustments.

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You ever love somebody so much
You can barely breathe
When you're with them
You meet
And neither one of you
Even know what hit 'em

Got that warm fuzzy feeling
Yeah them chills
Used to get 'em
Now you're getting fucking sick
Of looking at 'em

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"Damn." you cursed. The lunch hour was especially packed today at TGI Friday's. The waiters and waitress walking from the dining room to the kitchen almost looked like blurs due to how fast they were moving. It seemed like for every family that left, two more would appear and you were about ready to rip your head off. You had bumped into a new customer that was walking to their table and spilled the lemonade you were about to serve. You could hear someone smack their gums at the table that was receiving the drink.

"Watch where the hell you going, shorty." the man told you. Before you could tell him just how much he got you fucked up, he walked away. You took a deep breath and reminded yourself 'Don't lose your job, Y/N. Don't lose your job.' You opened your eyes and apologized to the table you were serving. When you turned to get a new lemonade, the sight before you had you shook. The asshole that had bumped into you was sitting at one of your designated tables. You groaned as you collected and served the lemonade.

Begrudgingly, you shifted over to him and put a smile on your face; you figured it was better to act like nothing had happened. "Good afternoon!" you say your rehearsed line. "What can I get for you?" He looked up from his phone and looked you over. It made you uncomfortable, but you didn't let it show.

"Let me get a water for now." he answered. His voice was deep. And smooth. Smooth like silk.

"Okay. Let me know when you're ready to order." you say and walk away as fast your legs could carry you. It was a miracle you didn't bump into anybody.

In the kitchen you took a deep breath. You don't know why you were so exasperated; it was probably his voice.

Or his face.

Or both.

You collected yourself and got the water he asked for. Before you could leave however, you noticed some eyes one you. You turned to see your colleagues smirking at you. "What?" you ask.

"Biiittch." Jalen says.

"So you just gonna act like that sexy ass nigga wasn't checking you out?" Sasha said. You rolled your eyes. They always on some bullshit.

"Shut up." you said even though you knew they were right.

"Bitch you know we right." Maya said. "He was taking you in. He looked like he wanted to eat you instead of what's on the menu." They laughed and Jalen hit Maya on the arm. "Bitch you crazy."

You smiled at their antics and went back into the dining room. The man was staring at his phone again. That's probably why he bumped into you in the first place.

"Here's your water." you say cheerfully as you set the drink down. "Thank you." he answers.

"Are you ready to order?"

"Yeah."

"What would you like?"

"I would like you." You try not to let the surprise (and slight arousal) show on your face which failed because he started chuckling.

"Ha, yeah, sorry. I'm pretty straight forward." he says. You swallow.

"I-I figured."

"But I was serious. I think your beautiful and I would like to go out some time." You swallow again. Your little notepad for taking down orders was starting get damp from the sweat on your hands. The butterflies in your stomach intensified. "What do you say?"

"U-uhh. S-Sure. Yeah I'd like that." Your voice was shaky beyond comprehension but he obviously understood.

"Great. Why don't you right my number down in that little pad of yours?"

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That was the past.

The first day you met and you got a good look at each other. You both felt an instant connection. When he started a conversation with you, you noticed his every detail. His dreads that were braided up somewhat neatly, his beard and mustache, the milk chocolate color of his eyes...

He was so perfect to you. In every way.

Now, as you sit across from him on the couch, watching him inhale his blunt, you study these same features and look back at your notebook.

"What is it baby girl?" he asks you.

"Nothing. just thinking about how much I hate your guts." you answer. He laughs. HE always thinks it's funny when you inform him of your feelings towards him.

"You hate me so why you keep looking at me?

"I'm drawing you."

"You draw people you despise?"

"I use the drawings for target practice."

Not exactly. You just enjoy setting them on fire individually or throwing it into the fire place.

Erik looks at you, still smirking. "Word?"

"On my momma." He chuckles again.

"That hurts my feelings, baby. I still love you."

"No you don't."

"Sure I do." He gets up from the couch and tries to pick you up, but you refuse and stick your legs out to make it difficult for him.

"C'mon, baby." he says. "Don't be like that. Come to daddy." You shook your head at him.

"Go away, Erik." you say. He laughs again and picks you up with force then practically strangles you as he sits back on the couch.

"I wouldn't have to do this if you just fucking listen to me." he whispers. You hit his arm and with all your might you try to pull his hand away to no avail. He does eventually release your neck and holds you close to him. You take in a deep breath and cough into your shirt.

"Yeah, bet you gonna listen to me now, right?" he tells you. You nod your head. He passes you his blunt and you take it willingly. You take a deep inhale. It's the best feeling you've had in a while.

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