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I was outside of a house, the sprinklers came on and hit my face with water, I woke up not knowing where I was. I tried getting up but my legs were to weak to lift my body up so I fell back down, I tried my hardest to get up and I managed to pull myself together and get up, the water from the sprinklers were hitting my face, I saw my bag on the curve of the street so I walked to pick it up, I managed to get my stuff and I started walking home but didn't know where I was, I felt like vomiting right there, on the street, I had a flashback to the party that I was at, I remembered that I took about 4 shots of vodka and was smoking a joint dance with my friends and random people who showed up at the party, I made out with a bunch of guys, drank some more, and smoked some more, then the flashback ended and I was walking into my front yard, I got to my window and opened it, I threw my bag on the ground, pulled myself inside of my room and fell on my bed, then my alarm rang at 6:30!
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I'm dropping off Brook home and when I get back my clothes better be hung up and we will talk about this later!" He doesn't wait for a response from me and leaves. I'm honestly too scared to move until I hear the front door slam shut and the car starts and he drives. I'm hyperventilating at this point and tears flow down my cheeks as I curl up into a ball and shut my eyes. After a while of lying down, I hear footsteps from the other room. I'm so tired from the day and the crying I don't care if Leo finds me asleep and his clothes all over the place. I see his figure walk towards me. I realize this isn't Leo this person has a figure of someone familiar and my brain starts to panic but my heart is calm. They bend down and touch my head. But I still find my body too tired to wake up just my conscience. "Rose..." Connor is here? "How can you let that man walk all over you and talk to you like that? You simply added curves and that ass is very appealing to me in my opinion that man has it all to what I'm looking at right now.. " From all of the yelling I simply crook out "Connor... what are y..you.. do..doing here?" he smiles brushing my bangs out of my face. " Shhhh.....I wanted to make sure you are happy." He says as he slowly reaches me and wipes my dried tears. I don't speak I start to lose my sense of conscience. I hear him say one more thing "Not until I see my Rose truly bloom again. As I promised" he whispers into my ear. Then I doze off to sleep.
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