He was very angry. He was looking at me like he wants to either rape me or punch my face.
"I can expla- "
He cuts me off.
"You have been a very very bad kitty. You have no idea what I've been through."
His grip on my neck tighten suffocating my food...
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Emara Stone
Rita dropped me home. Exactly at the door of my apartment but I know she wanted to drop me to my bed. She was waiting for me to call her inside for a coffee or something but I straight away thanked her and went inside. And locked the door. Savage, I know.
I ain't into chics. Coz imma chic ;)
Also I have pictures of me and Ethan hanging in our living room. I can't risk my identity. I remove my clothes, throw them on floor and directly go for a shower. Shower! Oh god.
Shower is a wet heaven.
Finally no more periods. Yasssssss, I am one of those lucky females on earth who only bleed for four days. I wash my hair in two minutes, now that they are short it is so easy to shampoo them also I don't need to comb or dry them for hours. I love my short hair.
I come out of the shower, throw towel on the chair. I see shirts and pants on the floor, cupboard, chair. I need to wash them. Errr! Frustration is taking over me like my second skin. Not sure I need sex, sleep or to punch someone's face. I wish Rita hadn't call, at least I would have kissed hotty. We would make a cute gay couples. Am I stupid.
I open my cupboard to wear clothes. I see my blue, pink, red, black, white colours of lingeries. Lingeries for special occasion, that not going to come anytime soon. I simply chose grey bra and panty. I realize my life is really dry. I don't go to clubs or on tinder dates like my other classmates. I feel like I don't belong in this fast forward modern generation. I am an old school person.
Simplicity is the new Black for me.
I lift my one leg then another and put it inside my panty while I see my phone ringing on my bed. My leg slips and I fall flat on the floor as my panties are stuck in my legs.
Was I hallucinating? Did I just see him?
I crawl to my bed as my panties are still stuck in my legs. I grab my phone and see an unknown number calling but TrueCaller says it's Ryan Damison. There is a picture of him in suit too. Thats him. That's him.
Ryan fucking Damison calling me!!!!
I pick up the call and immediately ask "Sir? Is that you?" Wow. I sound so immature. So unprofessional Emara. I mentally scold myself. "Eion aye mizoow yo haf noie dya wah ey di dah" A man's baby voice comes from phone. Is that... Hotty??
But his voice is not hot.
I wonder what language he is speaking. Is it Hebrew? Or ancient Egyptian or Chinese? He sounds like he is chanting some dark magic mantra while performing some voodoo hoodoo sacrificial ceremony. "Sir, are you alright? What are you saying?"
