"You're mine. You're all fucking mine. No one can ever have you. You belong to me and only to me." He growled in my ear and kissed me.
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Serena Lewis can be described as a sweetheart. She's smart, nice, friendly. She has all the positive traits a pe...
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"I'm sorry honey. I know this is hard for you, but this is for the best," Mom said with a sad smile taking another box from behind the car and carried it inside our new house.
I scanned my eyes around our new neighborhood. It was quieter compared to where we previously lived. Sighing, I carried my box inside the house.
"Is this the last one?" Mom asked taking the box from me. I nodded and followed her to the living room where the other boxes were.
"Why don't you go check out your room upstairs?" she said putting down the box.
"How about these?" Gesturing to the stack of boxes. For two persons, we own a lot of things.
"We can fix those after we eat dinner. Now while I'm cooking dinner, go upstairs and rest first. I'm sure you're tired from the long travel." She grabbed me by the shoulders and ushered me towards the stairs.
I looked back at her one last time. She was smiling and gesturing me to go already. "It's the last room on the right hon!" she yelled.
I opened the door and glanced around the room. It was similar to my old one, but this one has a window facing the window of our neighbor. It's painted dirty white which I will have to change one of these days.
Tired, I plopped down to my queen sized bed. I took my phone out of the pocket of my pants and scrolled through my contacts. I smiled when I found his name and dialed his number.
"Tyyyy!"
(Hey baby,) he said laughing. Tyler is my closest friend back in our old place. We're friends since diaper days. He calls me baby because he said I look and act like one which I beg to disagree. He's one of the reasons why it was so hard to move.
"I miss you already," I said pouting even do he can't see me.
(I miss you too. Now stop pouting I can see you pouting from here.) I stopped pouting and laughed a little. He knows me too well.
