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I'm browsing my closet and
I decided to wear black ripped
jeans and a grey hoodie,

I know the outfit is basic but I don't
really have many options,
plus it's comfy and I don't
have to cover that many bruises

I get out of the bathroom and see Louis
laying on my bed, on his phone

"Oh, look who is finally ready!"
He exclaims

I roll my eyes and say "shut up let's go"
he laughs and runs out
of the door, ahead of me, to the garage.

I grab my phone and see a few texts

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𝙎𝙩𝙚𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙣: 𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗡𝗬𝗖,
𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻.

𝙎𝙩𝙚𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙣: 𝗜'𝗺 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗲,
𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗼𝗼𝗻

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I called him, telling him not to come;
to which he replied that
it didn't matter if I begged him not to,
he's on the plane.

Funny he think I'd beg him
for anything.

Stephen and I used to be friends,
we met when I was seventeen and he
was eighteen because of the contract.

We were supposed to get married
when I turned eighteen
but it got postponed due to me

We hung out a lot but things got
complicated so I told him
I wanted space,he didn't talk to me
for two months which was
fine by me but apparently not by him.

So now we are supposed to get
married in a year, I've never wanted
to get married I never liked the idea
of it, and even though
some of my family is religious, I'm not.

The whole you're going to hell
if you don't follow these rules
never set right with me

How can you call it free will but if
you don't listen you're going to be
in eternal pain? a

Anyways I don't disrespect peoples
belifes as long as they respect mine.

Anyways, I'm walking downstairs
to the garage when I run into none
other than Aleksander;
and instead of moving or apologizing
he automatically asks me

"Have you seen Izabella?" I look
at him confused that he knows her.

"How do you know about Izabella?"
He scoffs and glares at me