A Spaniard boy by the name of Rain comes to the city of New York where he finds someone who impacts his life for better and for worse. While he changes mentally and physically, he strives to rise above the conflict that comes his way heavily. He fin...
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Man, this chapter was a mess. Please excuse my writing, I kept getting ideas for other stories and I stopped and resumed it multiple times. At least you'll get a number of stories over time.
Btw, really long chapter!
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My eyes fluttered opened to see a white ceiling. I sat up with a groan as I looked down at my hand. My wrist was wrapped up. I took notice of the surroundings and it was completely unfamiliar. This definitely isn't my couch or my house. Nor is it Siah's.
"Siah, are you here?", I saw him enter from a door I didn't see before with a glass of water and a pill bottle.
"Hey boo, you might wanna take this," he handed off the water and ibuprofen to me as I swallowed two pills.
"You took some hard hits and falls, you good?", I just nodded before sitting back and crossing my arms. Why is he acting all chill like that shit didn't just happen?
"Who were those people, besides your little girlfriend?", I rolled my eyes at the mention of her coming from my own mouth. I oughta kick her ass again.
"I only got you and you don't need to know all that."
I looked at him sideways, is he serious right now. "You need to check what you just said, talking about I don't need to know," I stood up as he did the same.
"Watch your mouth na Rain," he tried to grab my arm but I pushed him away.
"I don't have to watch not a damn thing. And you will tell me what's going on, you're not excluding me out of this! Considering, I just fought with a random person who broke into your house and apparently knew of me, I have every right to demand information."
He just stood there rolling his eyes. I don't got time for this.
"When you get sense, then come talk to me," I was walking towards the door but he held my upper arm tightly. I glanced at his hand and then back to him again. "We're not doing this—I'm not about to do this with you Messiah. Now let me go or you're gonna tell me what's happening. Take a pick."
