Ingrid Rodríguez
A 20-year-old girl who knows almost to nothing of the outside world. Her strict parents made her see what they wanted her to see. They wanted her away from the outside world so much that they put her in online school throughout her...
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"Help me, it's like the walls are caving in. Sometimes I feel like giving up. No medicine is strong enough. Someone help me, I'm crawling in my skin. Sometimes I feel like giving up. But I just can't. It isn't in my blood."
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Ingrid's POV
" Well, aren't you pretty. "
I looked up to the voice to see a man leaning down to my height. The smile on his face made me squirm in my chair slightly. He glanced up and chuckled.
" And even better, you're with Tristian... Now tell me, have you ever had to go bail him out at the precinct? He's gone like what four times this month.. a new record now that I mention it- " Tristian threw his gloves onto the floor, and I flinched, looking over my shoulder as he approached us.
" That's enough, Brandon. " He said, and I gulped softly as Brandon smiled, taking a seat beside me. I could feel Tristian's anger radiating off of him in waves, and my eyes flew open as I felt Brandon push my hair over my shoulder.
" It seems like you have a little girlfriend.. look at how cute she is, I wonder if the boss will like her.. " Tristian continued glaring at him, and before I could scoot away from the man, Tristian spoke.
" Ingrid.. go with James for a minute. " He muttered without tearing his gaze from Brandon, and I felt almost frozen in my place at his tone of voice. He seemed like he was about to snap, and the tone he used was almost menacing.
" R-right now? " I asked him stupidly as if I didn't know what he meant, and he didn't say anything as he grabbed my hand softly and pulled me up from the bench slowly.
" Yes, now doll.. get all of your things. I'll meet you in the locker room. " I nodded my head as I grabbed my stuff as quickly as I could. I glanced over at Brandon one last time to see a somewhat smug look on his face as he sent me a wink. Walking away from them, I noticed everyone had directed their attention towards us as James guided me over to the locker room.
I flinched as a loud sound rang out as something had broken, and I looked up at James as he opened the door. As if he knew I was silently asking what was happening, he shook his head and nodded towards the room. Going inside, I took a seat in the middle of the room on the bench, and he sighed as he closed the door. I bit my lip as I directed my gaze to Tristian's sketchbook.
