C H A P T E R 8
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"I lay awake, thinking maybe you could stitch up my wounds. Just love me enough..."
Mika sighed in relief when his Black Range Roger pulled up in front of the strip club. She was so glad to clock out of work, then entire night the girls were looking at her funny and whispering, talking about she was "flexing her phone that her new man got her". Mika wished Fran was at work today to keep her company, but she suprisingly wasn't and she wasn't even picking up her phone the entire day.
Mahika's face read shock when Achilles didn't climb out the car to open her door as she predicted. Thinking he didn't see her through the tinted windows, she got in the car, instantly smelling his intoxicating cologne.
"Hey." She chirped excitedly, even though she just saw him this morning. But that was this morning...and it was going for midnight.
"Wassup." Achilles responded lifelessly, reving the engine, making it roar before he took off down the road.
Sensing the off vibe, Mika frowned. His jaw was clenched, he hasn't even glanced at her since she entered the car. Did she do something? They literally haven't seen each other for the entire day, so it couldn't be her right?
Sadly, Mahika didn't know this was a mood shift that had to do with Achilles' Personality Disorder.
Sighing, she played with the strings of her sweat pants. The silence was killing her, only because it wasn't the comfortable silence she was used to with Achilles.
Glancing at him, she eyed his attire. Dark blue jeans, White Air Forces, a black crisp shirt with a few diamond chains and a single iced ring on his pinky with a matching watch on his wrist.
He looked and smelled good but yet his attitude threw her off. She was used to his attention and him calling her babygirl every so often.
Huffing, Mika wished at least music was playing on the radio to kill the awkwardness, but looks like the wind whistling outside was going to have to do.
Achilles didn't want to ignore her, he really didn't, but at the same time...he didn't want to speak to her. The entire day, she was on his mind, she taking full control of his emotions, it was fucking him up. Why couldn't he be normal...why couldn't he just control his emotions and feelings? It's like everybody else could, except him.
Absolutely bogus.
Maybe it's because he didn't take his medication. He hated taking his pills the doctors prescribed to him since the age of eight. Achilles wanted to smoke a laced blunt and get high, hoping to make him feel nothing.
He finally took a quick glance at Mahika who was swiping back and forth on her phone even though she didn't have any apps to keep her entertained. Maybe she should get Instagram. Fran always spoke about how shit was popping on that app 24/7.
Mika wore some sweatpants and a basketball Jersey with her curls in a bun and her face bare. Achilles was used to his hoes basically wearing nothing while rocking a colourful weave and an over baked face, but Mahika was just naturally gorgeous.
"You wanna eat?"
Hearing his voice made her heart beat pick up." No, I'm good thanks." She replied lowly.
