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
*Gnk*
*Gnk*
*Gnk*
I stand there depressed as I see Pinky drinking water from the bottle that Hotty had brought for me. For me. I look around for any traces of Daniel and Drake in the park but other than unknown people I see none.
"Are you okay now?" Hotty asks as he keeps his hand on Pinky's shoulder in a comforting manner. "Hmm, thank you." Pinky nods as he clutches the bottle in his hands and takes deep breaths to calm himself. What a wuss!!
"He appears completely fine. Nothing has happened to him." I finally speak intervening their comforting moment. I can't bear to see Hotty consoling someone else. It was supposed to be me. He should have fought for me. Ishould have been in his arms right now, not Pinky.
"It's all because of you that he is in this position." Hotty's crude voice resonates as he turns around to face me. "Look at him, how scared he looks." Hotty says while pointing towards Pinky who is sitting on the bench like a wet drenched cat. Completely terrified.
What on Satan's blue planet is happening!!
"I told you nothing happened to him. It was a misunderstanding." This whole situation seems so messed up. I don't know how to explain to him. "And he doesn't even like girls. He is gay." Gay. GAY.
"Look who is talking." Pinky spats in attitude as he looks at me up and down. "Why don't you get it? I don't like you, move on." He says annoyingly as he abruptly stands up from the bench.
"Ah!! You old fart. I DON'T EVEN WANT YOU. I already have a guy who likes me like crazy." I snarl at him in return. Though that guy is Ryan who currently doesn't remember me, he still counts.
"Huh! In that case either he is a crossdresser too or he is your dad." Pinky says as he humorously laughs at me. This piece of shit. I am going to slap him or kick him or maybe both.
"Enough!" Ryan's grim thick voice booms as he intervenes between our argument. His voice is so authoritative that mine and Pinky's mouth instantly drop in our stomach. He then looks at me with knitted eyebrows which show a clear hint of irritation. Why me? I did nothing.
The whole situation suddenly turns fifty shades serious, his face shows raw expression as he says "Even if he doesn't like girls that don't mean you will force him and raid his privacy." His eyes are narrowed at me in a judging way and are devoid of any emotion other than anger as he bitterly spats "And I didn't know you were such lewd types, Amara."
AHhhhhh !!! LEWDD TYPES?? Does he think that I am obscene and vulgar?? Why god why?? And again what he called me?
"Its Emara. WITH AN E." I scream at Ryan as I feel disgusted after hearing such filthy comments from him. This was not how it supposed to be. This whole thing is a misunderstanding. A stupid ass mistake. It was not even my plan.
