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"Grey," I say quietly and he looks over at me, water dripping off his gorgeous entire being.
"Thank you," I give him a little smile.
He doesn't say anything, which is to be expected. He starts the car and I begin panicking. I close my eyes to calm myself as I feel the car beginning to move.
I try to keep the memories of the events before the crash out of my head but some surface through.
"Lilah."
His voice brings me back to reality and my eyes snap back open, darting over to him. He looks at me almost worriedly.
Worriedly? No, I must be dreaming.
"Huh?"
"What's wrong with you?" he questions, his eyebrows furrowing. I just shake my head.
"What? Oh, nothing," I blow it off with a wave of my hand although I'm still completely freaking out.
"Tell me where to go," he urges and I follow his orders as best as I can with a calm voice.
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'It's raining men, hallelujah it's raining men, amen' -The Weather Girls
if you don't know that song, I highly suggest looking it up, it's quite perfect. Anywho, these finals are kickingmy whole entire ass. Not looking forward to getting these scores but hey, let's just hope I don't have to retake any.
Thanks for reading!
Word count: 4300
-Ashlyn Montgomery
Chapter 6: Dangerous
?Azalea?
I stare at my ugly busted bottom lip in the mirror.
I guess I was dumb to think he wouldn't actually go as far as elbowing me. Although he tried his best to convince me it was an accident, I knew deep in my heart that an elbow doesn't just fly up at someone by chance.
I got his alcohol. Apparently, it was too late for him though.
My mother didn't stop it. She sat on the couch and watched as his elbow hit me across my face.
It's not like I can hide it with makeup either.
Not only does my top lip have a small cut on it from last night at the bar, but the bottom lip does too. Although it's quite a bit worse.
I let out a quiet sigh.
I grab my phone and my car keys that my father kindly threw at me after busting my bottom lip.
I turn my light off and open my bedroom door. I close it behind me and stop when I hear someone to the left of me.
I turn my head and there stands my father, still in his clothes from last night. I gulp and send a quick prayer up to God.
I guess he's too hungover to go to work today.
