I don’t remember much, I was drunk in his arms. I thought he would leave me in the bar with some money in my hands. Money that would encourage me in doing this every day. Someday Kendrick Lamar, someday Drake and someday somebody else.
I woke up, woke up once again to his face. I was moving. I got up, looked around to see I was in a car travelling through the streets of Tokyo. I was in his car. I looked up to him.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked with a gloomy voice. He didn’t reply.
“WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME?” I asked again. Louder this time. He looked at me.
“Home.” he said softly in an oh-so-sexy voice. I started getting goose bumps.
“I don’t want to go anywhere. Leave me alone.” I said, “Leave me in the Triangles.”
“Leave you, huh?” he said, louder than me, “Leave you, are you rejecting me? Are you rejecting The Weeknd. If you are, then you’re the first person doing that.”
“You are so egoistic.” I said, “Just leave me alone, would you?” I try to open the door.
He stopped me, “Just stop it, Alyssa.” he said with clenched teeth, “Why are you making a scene?”
“Making a scene? You taking me with you without my permission. It is illegal.”
He didn’t reply. He just sat there. I didn’t know what to do. I was just sitting, sitting quietly next to him and waiting for what was going to happen next.
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Story of My Life
Hayran KurguI was kidnapped....... This is my story- before everything changed, how it changed, and what now?.... This is the story of Alyssa Marie, daughter of Darren and Mia Strom, who was raised in a conservative family.. (A Weeknd Fanfiction)
