What's home, if not the first place you run away from? What's love, if not that unexplainable, blazing feeling which comes after a period of hate?
Reputable for her catchy appearance, her over-niceness, her obsession with cartoon animations and her...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Fifth Harmony - I'm In Love With A Monster.
~
A SHARP TING DOWN SOUTH awakens me; I snap my eyes open.
Jesus Christ, where am I?
I use my squinted eyes to scrutinize my surroundings, slowly.
I'm tucked in a comfortable bed which is dressed with a SpongeBob bedsheet; my SpongeBob bedsheet. I know this because the stain from a cashew I ate few years ago is staring right back at me.
Wait, but I'm not in my house. So who did this?
All of a sudden, everything hits me. All at once.
Open that mouth.
You want to touch yourself...?
What is my fucking name?
Dios, I'm sorry.
He said sorry...
Mr. Ash said sorry to me.
Sure he only apologized for fucking me rough and hard, and not because he made my life literal hell for three months, but a win is a win, right?
No.
I groan in exasperation, falling face-flat back onto the soft bed and trying to turn to lie on my back. But same ping - the one that woke me up - zaps through my sympathetic and stops me from moving an inch. I hiss through my teeth.
Fuck, I'm so sore.
The red sleeves of the clothe I'm wearing piques my interest, so I look down at my body to find out exactly what is going on, considering I was stark naked last I remember.
I'm in a red hoodie - not mine - and that familiar red duvet is draped around my body.
Shit. Mr. Ash did this; there's no other viable option.
I move my thighs to check if they're sticky. Smooth, warm, tingly. They're not.
Good God, that can only mean one thing. Well, actually it can mean a whole lot of things but the one thing blaring in my mind is that Mr. Ash carried me in here. And he cleaned me up. And he...dressed...me...up.
Okay, yeah. That's three things, but still...Jesus, these petty actions of care make my cheeks heat up, but I don't like the feel of it, so I try my best to distract myself with my surroundings.
