Chapter 12.
"Ow it hurts" I complain
"You do this every time you get a new tattoo" he laughs.
"I know but I always forget" I say.
"I still think you should get my name on you" Brantley laughed.
"I told you after 10 years I would" I smiled.
"I have your name on me" he pointed to his arm
"It's so small no one can see it plus it's in the middle of your sleeve and that's your own doing , that night you got plastered" I laughed.
"Done" the tattoo artist said.
"It's beautiful" I look in the mirror the dream catchers going down my side are so beautiful.
We pay and walk out.
"What a general tattoo" Brantley pulls at my shirt to look at the tattoo.
"I know but it so pretty" I smile.
"wanna go out for a drink" he asked.
"It still hurts like hell so sure" I sit behind him on his motorcycle and hold on tight. We stop at a bar and walk in.
"Shots?" Brantley ask.
"Okay" I smiled.
The rest of the night is a blur I woke up the next day in our bed with a hang over.
"What happened last night?" I asked.
"I don't know" Brantley rubbed his head.
My wrist suddenly is over come in stinging pain. I look down and see '๖ཞศས₮ʆཛƴ ' tattooed across my wrist.
"Fuck" I whine.
"What?" Brantley ask I show him my wrist and he can't stop laughing.
