Chapter twelve FEAR

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It's been six months that I broke up with Ren, I see him at work but if he talks

to me I completely shut him off and the only one who can break that off is

Sebastián.

I hold up the news paper It's November eleventh on the top it says and my left

hand picks up a cup of coffee and my right hand tightly grips the paper and I

look at the article that is on my left.

“Hey looks like some one is back?” the person growled

I completely ignore it and I continue read it.“What the hell.” I snarled

“I will ask you the same, and that mister Ren and Sebastián are gone I am

bugging you.”

I lift the news paper     . “Oh it's you.” I said rudely

“I have a name.”

He is a dark skin boy and matching back hair to go with it and he is blind as a

bat and me I am the wonderful, majestic Ambrose Basile.

Well yes I do have a big ego and I like it because I am a raising young male

Italian actor and male model, I am from Rome, Italy I am short but handsome Five

foot eleven inch, wavy brown sand hair, Mediterranean and I am a very well how

do I say bitter nineteen year old male who can well piss anyone the fuck off.

“and your name is?” I asked

“Crete! You know my begotten name fuck wad!” Crete yelled impatiently

“Oh you, you are impatient for a five year old.” I said rudely

“I am thirteen! Not five! I am short for my age!” he yelled

I smile, and his eyes go gambling wide. “You ten and I know that you just

falsely act your age. Besides that what reason are you here?” I asked intently

“Well Sebastián and Ren are in Switzerland and I got stuck with you.” he said

coldly

How is this gonna work, me who can wait to wring his ten year old neck or he is

gonna punch me in the gonads either way I might get killed by the producer.

“You take a nice deep close ear to me ok I know we're in fucking Lithuania 

right now but when we get to god damn Croatia you will shut you flaps wile I get

in to costume, hair and most likely makeup and if you do not do I as a say you

will be the sad Cerberus that won't be aired got it!” I snapped

He nods. And he gets cereal and milk and the phone rings.

I take a great push in my set and the train moves like it is motionless and I get

up and I look out the window and see trees and I smile.“Hello, Ambrose Basile

speaking how can I hel...”

“Amber!” said Sebastián happily at the end of the line

“Babe! Are you in fucking Germany yet!” I yelled

“No mister D'amore and the others got us delayed about an hour so we stayed in

the north.”

“Oh, so did you guys stop?” I asked

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