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He’d managed to keep alive within in father’s grips and nothing could defy that. “Cool, me too” “Yeah okay.” I said getting up “Well, you’re stuck with him now,” he laughs, “since we kidnapped you.” “I was thinking about how much I wanted to reenact that part in the shower with my hot”—he kissed my cheek—“sexy”—he kissed my neck—“gorgeous girlfriend.” He kissed my lips gently at first, Christian Dating Website then pulled away just a little. “And how she wouldn’t need a butt double because she’s perfect already.
” ‘CeCe, its not your fault.’ ‘Of course I am, Matt!’ I shouted at him. ‘Your ruined it. You ruined it all!’ I slid into his car, I’d be riding it. It was a nice car, (A/N – Not really that into cars, so I really can’t describe it to you, sorry.
) and I’d be driving it. Since he didn’t know where I lived, and he was hurt. My eyes drifted to him every few seconds. We got there in about 3 minutes. Before I got out, I held out a hand to stop him, and he stopped, confused, but stopped.
I grinned and laughed and jumped out and ran to his side of the car, and opened the door for him. I blink once, twice, attempting to consolidate the whirl of colors into something that more closely resembles solid objects. Just to convince myself that I’m not crazy, I bang my head against the floor, and then woozily roll onto my back. I put my hair into a french braid and then put my hair dryer into my my backpack which was on the floor next to me. Since I was staying with my aunt Marissa for the summer I had packed most of my wardrobe, but I had decided to pack all of my most essential items into a backpack that I would keep on me at all times – just in case something happened to it. So far it was packed with my phone charger, make-up, hair brush, straighteners a spare pair of flat shoes and now my hair dryer.
I pulled out my make-up bag and carefully put on some eye liner and mascara. Then put it back into my backpack. “I thought I said no funny business.
” She said, her voice accusing. “Did you do something to him?” I asked, looking at James. “Mom, what’s wrong?
” She took one of her mother’s hands and held it, looking straight in her eyes, as if it was possible finding the answer in her fascinating deep blue pools. All she saw was grievance.
Taylor tensed up. Ever since she heard about her father leaving her mother when she was pregnant only to have her fend for herself, she couldn’t stand seeing her mother upset. That single act committed by her father was still hurting her mother.