DEFINITION | The Realization That The Plot Of Your Life Doesn't Make Sense To You Anymore ♥︎✰✰☀︎✰✰
Rosalie Jenkins
"Get out you ugly little bitch and get my milk" Cole, my mom's boyfriend shouts at me as he sits down in the living room, watching the tv while eating a bag of chips.
If I told my mom about how he treats me then she would probably laugh at me and tell me to stop lying. My mom loved him too much to believe the shit I told her.
I remember the day I ran up to her as I cried my eyes out but she didn't believe a single word I had said and called me 'stupid'.
From that moment on, I stopped trying to tell her. I can still feel the damage it caused me just because I had told her.
Cole had starved me for days without my mom knowing, made me stay off school so that i could clean around the house and left scars on my back from all hits I took from him.
Because of him I was scared to show my body. It was bruised, scarred and most of all, ugly. He treated me like his own personal slave and made me do everything for him.
I remember trying to poison him this one time but it didn't work out well for me because the fucker had switched our foods around when I wasn't looking and I nearly died.
I had to search around in the wrong places to find a local drug dealer to give me the poison.
Many times I had tried to run but failed. So here I am, still stuck in this hell hole.
"Fine" I huff as I drop my mop on the floor and walk out the house. I could faintly hear the sounds of Cole shouting about the loud noise I just made but quite frankly, I don't give two shits.
It was 2:50 Am and I doubt the shops would be open at this time on a cold Wednesday night.
On the way out of the house I must have forgotten to grab some money because my pockets were empty.
Great and now I'm going to get told off when I get back.
The Wind seemed to have gone colder, almost frosty. The sounds of men arguing down a little back street catches my attention.
The streets were deserted, who would he out this late at night?
The chilling aura had now spiked up and I felt the urge to run back to the house but the cry's for help stopped me.
A man was in danger.
I silently walk towards the street I heard the noises coming from and hide behind a brick wall, shielding myself from the street light.
"Please Lucifer I won't do it again" The man on the floor begs for his life as he his surrounded by 4 buff men.
The tallest of the four men laughs hysterically, making me want to puke. It was one of those laughs that could make you cower in fear In just seconds.
My instincts were telling me to run and get myself out before I get myself caught in real danger. But I am stubborn.
Lucifer as in the devil? The fallen angel?
"I am not Lucifer" he tells the man on the floor. From what I can see, the man on the floor's face visibly turns pale white.
"W-well then w-who is?"
A dark sinister chuckle evolves from the shadows of the dark street, stepping out into the light. The wind was cold but the vibes this man was giving was ten times more colder.

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Bad Together
RomanceRosalie Jenkins is a innocent little flower that blossoms when she meets the ruthless Mafia Boss Known as the Devil Lucifer. She was his flower He was her devil they were bad Together