''Oh my God!" I heard, Blake say. He had shut his eyes, and placed his hands over his face.
''I hope we don't share the same one." I said, sniffing from my runny nose. "I should've known." Ashamed, I shook my head slowly.
''I did know. I was exactly that! Just some stripper to you... THAT YOU COULD FUCK ON THE REGULAR!" I screamed. Blake's handsome face, had quickly morphed into the devil's. Embarrassment flooded through me, as I remembered the setting. I peered over at Terry, his face had shifted from anger to rage. We bonded in fury.
''I don't blame you, I blame myself for believing you were different.'' I cried. ''So here's to the past.'' I state, as my fist connected with his jaw. Now, I could walk away, with the puny of dignity that relished within me. I stalked out of the mansion, with Terry tailing behind me. On the side of the lot, I spotted Terry's motorcycle and hopped on the back of it. Pulling off his jacket and pants he handed them to me, with a frown on his face. He was left in a V-neck shirt and basketball shorts, as he held the motorcycle so I could climb off. He patiently waited for me to dress in his clothes, and seat.
''Give me a second," Terry said, before stalking back to the mansion. Wow. This is Blake's house I bet. He was so piled with money, this had to be his... just like everything else. His fiance, his wedding planner, his bachelor's party, and his familiar friends from Beck's. Why hadn't he known I'd be here, if his friends did?
After hearing shrieks, exasperated responses, and Blake's voice in distress, Terry returned with angered eyes. He said nothing as he cranked the engine, and pulled out onto the gravel road. I tightly held Terry's waist, and rested my head on his back. The wind was soothing to my wet tear stained face as we drove. My humiliation was slightly lifted, but hadn't subsidized. It was only because I knew what Terry had went back in that mansion to do, that soothed my anger. Way to go! That makes two hits. If only I was the one to do it again, Blake would be knocked out for the rest of his life.
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Snuggled under the covers, Terry and I sat in silence in the dark, holding eachother. We held numerous silent conversations that spoke volumes. Knowing what eachother would say in this instance, there was no need for words. The silent conversations went on for another two hours, before we finally fell asleep. Tons of things replayed in my mind, as I dreamt. I couldn't sleep comfortably. I tossed and turned, until I finally opened my eyes in frustration. My mind was then forced to think.
Shiloh Saige Lopez, what were you thinking? It's my own fault. I sensed it, I knew. There were so many hints that I overlooked, tons of clues that I pretented not to notice, and lot's of signs I intentionally didn't question. I had some sort of faith in Blake. There were feelings I couldn't help feeling. I wanted to trust in him. Or at least, somebody.
That sense of stability that flooded me when I was with Blake, are the shackles that bounded me. If taking care of myself meant harming me mentally, it'd be easy for someone to dangle a wad of money over my head, and get what they wanted in return. Promising to take care of me was already becoming an overload, what will my future husband think of me? What do I think of me? Three years ago the head on my shoulders was well rounded, but look at life. I've made myself susceptible to this situation, I can't believe my expectations were so high. I worked at a strip club for goodness sake. What I put out, was exactly what I attracted. A money hogger, and sex fanatic.
It was the belief that I could be set free of that low life, that I lived in the wee- after hours of the night, that reeled me. Plenty of these false approaches are steeling my faith in love.
Blake has said to me, on numerous occasions that he "thought" he was falling in love with me, or even that he "thinks" he loves me. It takes me back to when Miller said it, he said it so weakly in repetition, but I wanted to believe him. My mom said that she'd love me no matter what, and she'd always be here for me when I needed her... that was every night before I went to sleep. My dad promised, swore under his own oath as a father, that he loved me and promised to protect me as long as we both lived... that was after every father daughter talk. The infamous Blake, pleaded to take me away from the fast money life, so I stepped out of the fast lane, and to my stubbornness to see clearly, I was let down again.
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Bluff
Romance''I need some time." His voice had lowered. ''Terry, I um...'' I trailed off, I have to tell him something just as heavy, so he won't think he's the only one hurting. I'm hurting too, and I've never told him, just like he's never told me. The thing...
