Nichole Williams is the classic good girl, well known in high school and at home for her good grades, kind demeanour, fragile appearance and good looks. Your regular little Angel 👼
She has two protective older twin brothers that don't allow her to...
I thought I'd include a Picture of Nichole in Pyjamas to give you an idea of what she wears to bed (It's actually Ariana Grande).
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Why do I feel so uncomfortable? I stir in my sleepy state but something is restricting me and squeezes me tighter. I gradually open my eyes but everything is out of focus so I blink a few times and little by little my surroundings become a clearer. I remember watching Netflix and I must have fallen asleep on the sofa I think to myself. I try to move again and I hear a groan and someone mumbling to me.
"Stop moving and sleep." And then it hits me like a cold bucket of ice. It's Liam and from the sudden shock I remove his arm and leg that are wrapped over me and roll over only to fall down to the ground with a big loud THUMP.
"Ow!!!" I say after impact and sit up rubbing my head. I look up from in the direction of the sofa only to see Liam perched on his elbow smiling at me. Wow he looks kind of cute, I think to myself. No, not cute, not cute at all, I must have hit my head harder than I thought. Pushing the silly thought to the back of my mind, I hear him say:
"You alright down there?" He smirks finding this amusing.
"No, do I look ok to you?!!!" I say annoyed by his smug smile, even though he looks totally hot with his bed hair sticking up in a very attractive mess. What has gotten into me, I need to stop thinking about him in that way.
"Your not a morning person are you?" He says. What? I am a morning person, but this is the first time I've slept in the company of the opposite sex, but I can't tell him that, he'll probably make fun of me and that's the last thing I want.
"I'm only not a morning person when someone is wrapped around me like a friggin constricting anaconda!" His smile fades away, he shyly looks away from me and I notice a slight bush on his cheeks. Is he embarrassed?
"I should go." He looks at me briefly and tries to get up, but he is clearly still in a lot of physical pain.
"And where will you go?" I ask sternly. I won't deny that I am a little concerned. I don't want him to go back to his father. I mean I don't care about him or anything, but last night he looked lost, broken and scared. No one should experience that kind of abuse, not even your worst enemy.
"I don't know, home probably." He want's to go back? But what if his father is there? Will he get beaten again?
"Will your father be there?" I ask genuinely concerned.
