I opened up my eyes slowly, the bright light from the sunshine outside blinding me. I took in my surroundings. Where the fuck am I? I wasn't familiar with this room at all. Have I been kidnapped?
I slowly made my way out of the bed, trying to be as quiet as possible. I made it to the door and very slowly opened it. You never know when the damn doors in houses will creak.
I tiptoed down the hallway, praying I was going the right way. I found the stairs and tiptoed down them, hoping they wouldn't creak. I did not need to be caught right now trying to sneak out of this house. I don't know who has me and I sure as hell do not want to find out.
"Where are you going?" I heard.
What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. I turned and ran as fast as I could. I don't even know where the hell I am going.
"Aella! Dude chill. It's me, Max."
I stopped and turned around to face the person. It was, in fact, Max.
"Oops." I smiled, sheepishly.
"You shouldn't be up right now. You aren't in any shape to be." He said.
I looked at him confused. "What are you talking about?"
"Do you not remember? Your dad? Striker coming in?"
Fuck. I didn't. I'm so used to the beatings they're like nothing to me now.
" Wait.. Striker? What do you mean, 'Striker coming in'?" I asked.
"Striker felt like something was wrong. You were taking so long. So he went in and found your dad strangling you." Max explained.
"Where is my father?" He's going to be so pissed that any of this happened.
"Dead."
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RomanceHe gently nipped my ear. "Anytime, Angel." He turned and walked away. I wanted more. What the hell is wrong with me?
