"A Journey I Can't Escape"

"A Journey I Can't Escape"

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This is the first story in the 'WAF Journey' series . I wake in the morning and the first thought that whirls thru my brain is- ‘I’m going to fucking die poor. And not just monetarily poor, but mentally as well as physically poor. What fucking shit is this piss assed day going to shove down my already bile filled throat?’ This first story is the journey of a man caught in a hell he calls life. A dead end job, a friend who he works with that he loves and hates all at the same time. A man who finds himself drinking too much, taking pills to function, and hating every thing that everyone with status has and stands for. The ones who look down on him and use him up. What he has to do to make this only life he has as bearable as possible. Drinking, drugs, sex, and the shit work he has to do are all this poor bastard has. Luckily he has a course sense of humor.
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(18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT) "Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appear unafflicted. "Only the wrong ones." That was definitely drunken me talking, as I didn't usually have that much confidence. His lips twitched up into a smirk, expressing that he understood my comment. "Does that mean that I'm in that category?" My palms began to grow sweaty and my heart rate picked up, but otherwise my body remained relaxed, appearing completely fine. It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication. "I suppose not," I crossed my arms, putting on this seductive persona just for him. This fueled his smirk, about to murmur another comment before I cut him off. "You'll have to show me, though." *** Amelia Hollis was a 23-year-old writer at one of the local publishing companies, assisting a very handsome man and writing articles left and right. Her and her best friend, Aviary, lived together in a cute little apartment off the central part of the city, yearning to create new memories and important moments. Amelia always lived for the moments, taking in every little detail and savoring it like it was her favorite meal. She was an optimist, hoping to change peoples lives with her dreams. James Vallette was a 34-year-old CEO, building his company from dirt with the help of his brother. He was a realist, not really having time to deal with dreams or even love. He knew this the night he laid eyes on Amelia. It was only casual; what harm could a one-night stand do? Oh yeah, he's her dad's boss.

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