Rocky Road
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"Its a known fact the dark skinned girl never gets to drive off into the sunset with the hot guy." Hugo juggled the keys in his hands walking to the driver's side. "Who says?" "The world." "Well did the world ever get to tell you- driving into the sunset with the hot guy is so overrated. They never show you the end of the road- the part were they may or may not have crashed and burned. I mean I would prefer sitting in a convertible on a hot summer day- a plate of Rockies between us- sipping ice tea watching the sunset, to me that's a better gauge of reality... but I guess we could always do like the movies just this once." I smiled and he smiled slipping on his shades. We were on a long journey to discover beauty as Hugo put it. Now its the only thing I look forward to as I sat in his shiny blue convertible mustang, the wind greeting us like long lost friends, the sun burning brighter than ever and I relishing, relaxing and resting my favourite grey Docs on the dashboard looking at Hugo's unique and exquisite features through our matching RayBans whilst he drove. These were the kind of days that I have come to deeply and truly admire. ---- A story about Beauty "As long as you live outer beauty will never sustain you." © copyright 20 march 2014- suckerforfictions
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"Breathing. Something I've always known how to do, yet sometimes it seems impossible. I sat in the passenger seat of a red convertible Mustang. The car belonged to my... would you call him my owner? I sat with my knees pulled up to my chest, I put my hand on the window of the car, wiping away some of the fog. My father and the guy who had just bought me, shook hands, finalizing the arrangement, as they stood on our front porch... or could you even call it that? The rain came down making it hard to see. Yes, breathing. Everyone knows how to do it, but it's normal for someone to forget how to, right? Right now, I felt as if my lungs had been ripped from my chest... or was that just my heart? My buyer ran from the porch, covering his head with his jacket. He stepped into his Mustang, and pulled it into reverse. Then with a simple movement, he turned the vehicle around and headed down the drive. I watched as my whole world slipped away." -Can't Buy Me Love *************************************** They were best friends, he was rich, she lived in a trailer. He moved away when she was 13 and then he moves back when she's 17. All her dad ever cared about was money, so for most of her life her dad had told her he was gonna sell her to a rich man, as soon as she was 18. But she wants nothing more than to be with her childhood love. Will he save her from her fate or will she get sold off to some loaded obnoxious stranger? She has secrets, he has secrets, a shadow lurks in the darkness watching her... can love even grow from that? ****** *Some mature content: Abuse and mature language*

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