"For the love of fucking god, you asshat, pay attention!", I almost screamed out of frustration. Raif looked up from admiring his hands and set his eyes on me, boredom evident on his attractive face.
"Yes?", he asked dryly.
"You got me in this mess, now you will get me out of this, use your black magic or whatever shit you do, get me out!", I whispered, i didn't want everyone downstairs listening to me losing my sanity.
"Once again, I will try and get this into your tiny brain, I can only grant wishes not reverse them", he said slowly, making each word separate, as if he was trying to explain a rather complex maths problem to a 5 year old.
"I didn't fucking know it would come true!"
"Ha!", Raif snorted. "That is your own fault. How many times did I tell you yo be careful? But did you listen?"
"Please", I said quietly. "I am sorry that I didn't listen. But I can't do this."
He sighed.
"See," he began in a bossy tone, "I can't do anything to reverse it, but I can help you through it to the end, and maybe grant you some small favours. How does that sound?"
I cracked a small smile.
"Better."
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Be Careful What You Wish For
FantasyEveryone has a wild, unrealistic,and silly, of course, fantasy. Priscilla "Pri" Brown was no exception. She had one too, not quite a fantasy but a laughable scenario which she wondered what would feel like. One day, she finds a broken mirror in her...
