She could hear the rumbles of the storm. The light flashing in through her windows, blue than red, repetitive. She could have sworn she was blacked out, until she felt the hand on her shoulder, pulling her hands behind her back, being read her rights. She didn't fight as she walks around the body of her now ex-wife. Blood was running along the creases of the tile as the wife laid their dead with several injuries and several stab wounds near the chest. Its was horrifying and patronizing.
2 years and 6 months before...
Lauren Jenkins, 22 years old with black short hair with the height of 5'4 and beautiful skin, walks into her favorite bar. The bar was called audios motherfucker. She goes there every night to drink the pain away. She usually never talks to girls. One night a girl, with reddish hair and long legs with tan skin, walks in. She was the most beautiful person Lauren had ever seen in her life time. The girl soon went from standing next to the door to siiting next to Lauren.
"What is the first thing you like to drink her at audios motherfucker?" The mysterious girl said in a funny tone to Lauren. Lauren stared at her for a minute. "I like a Start From Scotch."
The mysterious girl laughed til her guts began to clench and she started to double over.
"What is your name?" Said Lauren.
"Angelina Lopez. Whats yours?"
"Lauren Jenkins. Is it possible I could take you home to play poker?"
"Dont they have poker here?" Asked Angelina.
"Yes, but here you can only play poker, you cant play poke her."
Lauren stated bodly.
Lauren started grazing her top teeth across her lower lip and smiling softly to the side. She grabbed Angelina's hand and pulled her towards the outside and toward her car.
They eventually made it to Laurens house, trying not to gain another DUI.
They have managed to open the door, make it to the bedroom, and remove clothing.
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This is me!
Roman d'amourthis is my first story and this is a story that involves my story but a little exaggerated.