12 parts Ongoing Mature"I bet you wouldn't".
These words were going to make her rethink her entire life. These words were going to place her where she belongs.
I can't turn down a good dare. She provoked me. Deep down she knows this is her fault. At any moment her feeble dad could come stumbling in and see her engaged in my "bet".
She found me waiting for her in her bed. She was wearing that ripped grey knitted top and black skirt she always wears. She looks like someone trying to steal a stripper's style but doesn't have the time or experience. I had leaned back with my legs open. I smiled at her.
"What the hell are you doing here" she stuttered out.
The smirk I had seemed appropriate. She seemed nervous.
"I'm here to take you as mine. That time I saved you... I dunno. You're just want I want." I said to her, as she made herself small.
"I'm just an idiot..." she trailed off.
I stood up. I towered over her; she was so tiny besides me.
"I'm here to take you away from your parents. I'm here to make you mine."
Four months later, she's here at my place. I think she hates me. She's mostly a junkie though, so her hatred only gets to go so far before she comes back. She tried to find some other guy to support her, but that guy found out quick that's how you end up with a bloody face. I'm face is already so wrecked that I don't get to worry about keeping it pretty. I think all the Cartlidge in the bridge of my nose is gone from too many punches.
