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I have been awake for two hours now, I must admit I slept for six hours. It has never happened before. My dad is still on a business trip, the bruises are still there but they are a little less evident. Five days have passed since the last time he beat me, this is good but at the same time it’s also very negative because this means that when he comes back I will have no way to escape. He will have so much anger built up inside him I’m not sure he will stop so easily.
Rye and I haven't been together for a long time, but I know that somehow it's more than just a relationship, one that may last for up to two months and then you become strangers. He manages to make me feel in a way that somehow I can feel special, and he doesn't even have to try, only his presence is able to make me feel that way.
He manages to make me feel important, he manages to make me feel loved and in some inexplicable way it’s as if all my problems are gone. When we are together it’s as if everything else disappears, I have eyes only for him and he only for me. Our feeling is definitely something strong.
The ringtone of my cell phone wakes me up from my thoughts even though honestly I didn't mind thinking about him at all.
"Hey?"
"Good morning" his voice makes me understand very well that he has just woken up.
"Good morning sleepyhead" a smile is born on my lips. I’ve always thought that smiles born in front of a screen or like mine today are real smiles, for the simple reason that no one forces you to do it, not even unknowingly.
"I got an idea" from his voice he seems very happy about it and manages to make me happy too.
"What do you mean?"
"How about I get ready and come to your house so we have breakfast together?"
"I think it's a great idea"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah"
"Then open the door"
"Are you here?"
"I didn't want to waste time, I wanted to see you"
I go downstairs still in my pajamas and with one of the brightest smiles I’ve ever had. I open the door and in front of me I find Rye already dressed in a slightly loose shirt and with horizontal green and yellow triangles; ripped black jeans and Vans and finally a beautiful smile on his lips.
“Good morning Mr. Fofo” I don't know where this nickname came from but it's adorable said by him.
He walks into the kitchen and starts pulling out bowls and ingredients to make I don't know what. I hate it when people invade my space, but if that someone is him then saying no isn't even an option.
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