I keep my eyes averted to the ground as Dane gets closer, his expensive dress shoes ringing out like a gunshot in a void room. His thumb runs under my left eye, my wet mascara smearing along the rough pad of his finger.
"Look at me."
My eyes flutter...
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Song :High School Sweethearts | Melanie Martinez •••••••••••• • 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐍𝐄 • 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐗 •
I've never considered myself an individual who's necessarily hyper.
I value the small moments of life where I can just sit down and relax, or just enjoy my day, but, I also never considered myself restless.
I'm taking that back as of today.
I blow the few strands of hair that have fallen out of my ponytail away from my lips, letting out an exaggerated sigh.
I've been at this for a full fucking hour!
I groan while pushing the vanity that feels like actual steel across my floors, hearing the wood scrape underneath the legs at the motion.
Come on- piece of shit-
I sigh as it's finally in front of my door, dropping down onto the ground while panting. "Jesus.."
It's officially been two weeks, since I was told I was too marry Gabriel Laurier.
Scratch that- since I was forced to acknowledge I had to marry the douche.
I wasn't in nearly as much pain from the.. incident. Though, I still got chills and felt like I could gag at the mere touch of my stomach.
The stitches almost felt like his touch, it made me sick.
Today was the first damn day I didn't have Danica in my room, watching me.
So I used it to my advantage.
"Sloane, open the door."
I roll my eyes at the sound of two loud knocks being thrown at my door, and Gabriel's voice atop it.
He makes me sick.
"Go fuck yourself. I wish no woman, nor myself, to ever procreate with you." I mutter while standing up, brushing off the backs of my thighs. "The outcome would be atrocious." I shiver at the thought.
I hear him suck in a heavy breath. "Sloane, open the damndoor!" He yells, pounding yet another hand on the door.
I flinch, and want to scream at myself for being scared of the piece of shit.
