Ave Michaels is an out-and-proud cynical romantic who never had her heart broken (considering she has to fall in love first.)
That is until, in order to get published, she has to prove she's a versatile writer by writing a romance novel.
Throw in a...
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"In Which Reality is No Damsel in Distress"
(Pt. 2)
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1:30 AM
Somewhere in Averill
If only Terry wasn't trying to threaten me with a knife, we could've been BFFs. Right, 'coz nothing screams friendship more than death by a hundred stab wounds.
The thought of betrayal from my pseudo-BFF brought a sudden gasp from me, I shoot him a hurtful look.
"Are you gonna stab me, DD? Is that how it is, huh? I took your side against the Mickey Mouse feud and you're still gonna stab me?!"
"Ugh, just shut it and hand over your stuff. Nobody ain't gonna hurt."
I make a face. "Hate to be a grammar-nazi right now, but that sounds like a double negative. It makes it sound like you're lying."
"I won't mind having a taste first before we get her stuff, Terry," says 'Nev', mistaking my expression as fear.
I grimace in disgust. "Charming. You throw a guy a small bone. Next thing you know; he wants the whole skeleton."
They both advance. I hold up my hands in surrender and sigh.
"Okay, okay. You got me. But first, just give me a little breather here," I say, slowly walking sideways, a few steps farther from their vicinity.
They tense up — probably expecting me to whip up a mace or a gun. Like I could carry anything thicker and larger than my phone in these skinny jeans!
"Don't worry, I just need a little"—" I retch — "air."
Terry steps back, probably afraid I would spray vomit over his Yeezy knock-offs. Meanwhile, 'Nev' still wouldn't have it and closed in further in an attempt to capture me. Right, 'coz caging me — a defenseless person half his size — wasn't enough!
"Dude"— I retch again —" seriously! I'm just a helpless teenage girl stuck in a dark alley with two men holding me at knife-point without any weapon on me. At least, give me some space to process this, man," I grouse, swaying on my feet.
'Nev', with his insensitivity for personal space, eventually relents.
"Thank you," I exhale, taking a few deep breaths to ease the throbbing in my head.
Terry, still training his knife towards me, watches me cautiously. "You got your space, now hand your phone and your wallet over!"
Oh, man. You have no idea what you're in for. I feel the throbbing in my head ebb. The imaginary spiders were nearly gone. I almost have full control of my limbs. Just a little bit more before the main attraction.
