Adriana was just a 17 year old girl, with a craving for rebellion. After being sheltered for 15 years of her life, her sudden exposure to the real world destroys her perfect good girl image. Gone is the girl that dreamed of fairy-tales, puppies, clo...
(A few weeks later a wrist and shoulder tattoo later) Adriana-
Age 18-
December 31:
"How can you look sexy as hell in sweats and an over-sized sweatshirt?" Travis asks me pulling me into his arms and burying his face in my hair, "And you smell like lavender and daisies.
"I think you're the only one that thinks Hell is sexy." I tell him.
"You know what I mean." He tells me pulling me so that my back flush against his front. "I'm going to go. You're going to get ready, and I'll pick you up in an hour.
"Okay." I whisper in a trance. Travis does it to me every time. He traces patterns on my stomach and I turn my head to listen to his heartbeat.
He lets me go. "I love you." He whispers into my ear. His breath ticking my neck I shiver. I can imagine his smirk.
He lets me go and disappears throw my window and out of the room before I could even reply.
I turn to my closet and wonder what to wear. I find my red dress. I pick it up holding it against me and nod. I have already slipped my actual dress into Travis's car. I quickly change slipping into my flats. I put on lip gloss and do my hair before I skip downstairs an hour later.
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"Mamma, Papa!" I call as I race downstairs. "I'm getting ready to head out. "I'm spending New Years with my new friend, I'll be back tomorrow afternoon around three."
I go outside just as Travis is pulling up in the driveway. "Hey Princess, looking beautiful and innocent as possible I see." He says as I get in the back seat.
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"Yeah yeah yeah, just drive please." I tel him waving him off.
"Is this going to be an every date thing?" He asks me. "Because it's becoming a habit for me to carry your actual outfits with me. I don't know how I feel about lying to your parents."
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