I had many short stories that I made, and are still currently making because I get bored a lot and You guys would probably like it 🤷🏽♀️
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•the '20
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What if: He came home bruised?
"Hey, Lip!" I say running to his room. A whiff of smoke met my face, causing me to scrunch my nose. "What?" He says while I'm waving my hand in front of my face. As soon as I got a clear sight of him, I immediately ran to him and placed my hands on both sides of his cheeks. "What the fuck!" I gasp as he tries to move his face out of my grip. My thumb brushed against his bruised eye and he flinched. I gasp. "What the fuck happened! What did you do this time!"I say without taking a breath."Calm down, I was fighting to earn money." He says as he pulls my hands away from his face and inhales the cig. "What do you mean fighting for money!" I yell pulling the cig out of his hand and crushing it in an ashtray close by. He stared in anger. "What the hell was that for?" He said getting agitated with me."Philip Gallagher!" I say with a strict voice. His eyes became soft and he sighed. "Fine, One of my guys backed out at the last minute, so I had to go in for him." He says looking up at me with guilty eyes. "Philip!" I yelled as I firmly grasped his ear.I pulled him into the bathroom and told him to take off his shirt. "Are we gonna fuck cause you do look good." I give him a sharp look. "Fine fine." He says pulling his shirt over his head. I gasped at all the bruises on his body. "PHILIP!" I yell once more. "Come on, Y/N! Can we just leave this alone? I'm fine." He whines and I poke one of his bruises on his face. "You call that fine?" I question as he owes in pain. "Fine." He says as I get the first aid kit from the bathroom cabinet. I open it to see a whole bunch of dust and used bandaids. "When's the last time you restocked your first aid kit?" I question and he looks up at me with his big blue eyes. "I dunno?" He says. "I'll use whatever's left." I say rummaging through the kit. I find gauze, tape, and plenty of alcohol pads. "You guys never clean your cuts, do you?" I say and he shakes his head no. "Alright, Remind me to restock the kit. Meanwhile, I'll do my best to fix you up." I say taking an alcohol pad out of his packaging. "Alright, lemme see your face." I say grabbing his chin, so that he would look up at me. "This might sting." I say placing the pad on his cheek bone. He takes a deep breath in. "That means it's working," I say smiling.
