I was kidnaped when I was only 10 years old. A man who was obsessed with me. I was only a child. I was saved and we moved away. I left with the memory that he will come back for me.
I then met them.
They were mine and I was theirs.
I was scared of...
I always wrote on the journal of my pc. All my fears, dreams and my nightmares. My hope.
I knew that moving was a good thing for us. I knew that the farther I was from Brad. I wanted far away from him .
I heard my name being called and knew I had to get moving. My mom wanted me to go out and look around for a job. And so I wasn't locked inside the house.
I felt safe at home...
At where my loved ones were.
I walked around and found a nice diner and put in a application. I then got my self a milkshake. A chocolate and mint milkshake. mmmm soo good.
I could feel eyes on me and I looked over my shoulder and saw two guys....
Hot guys...
One with curly black hair and dark penetrating eyes. And sexy stubble.
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The other with curly dirty blond hair, bright blue eyes.
They both was looking over at me intently.
I was getting breathless just looking at them. I wish I knew why these handsome men was staring at me like I was the most beautiful thing in the world.
I got up, unable to withstand their heated gaze, and paid for my food. I then headed for the door. I looked at them one last time, and it was like they was begging me to stay with their eyes.
I couldn't help but smile and blush shyly, as I walked out the store and headed home.
I didn't have a car or my license just yet, something I'm working on.
I wanted to settle down and get a job.
I went home and I got back to my room. I went back on my laptop. My parents were out. My parents had transferred there jobs here.
So they was working and so I had the place to myself.
I was eighteen years old. And on my eighteenth birthday , I got my gun license. So when I am alone I keep my pistol in grasp at all times.
So I grabbed my laptop and headed down stairs. I stayed in the living room for the rest of the day. I couldn't do much.. I couldn't get my mind off the two guys at the diner.
I felt a goofy smile on my lips and couldn't keep it off.