have the boyfriend emotional attachment, plus I think Kade would totally freak over nothing.
Love you, whorebag. See you after work.
I am so glad that Jemma understands me. She always knows how to help.
Okay skank, I will do it for you because I love you and because you are going to be my maid of honour. See you later.
I take a hot and numbing shower and throw on some casual shorts and a sleeveless top, desperately trying to stay distracted until Jemma gets home in approximately thirty-two minutes. Not that I am counting...
Why is it that when it’s something you know you shouldn’t do, it just makes you want to do it more?
I microwaved the leftover spaghetti bolognese from last night; who has time to cook every night when you can make enough for two nights. Then dish our tasty smelling dinner onto plates. I slowly set the table, keeping as busy as possible until I hear the front door open and my sensational best friend enter.
“Right, so give it to me then. You didn’t cave and open it yourself, did you, Rox?” Jemma queries me while pointing her finger at me. She knows me too well.
“No, I didn’t cave though I thought about it more than I’d like to admit. What do you think he wrote, Jem?” I look at her with a worried expression.
“Only one way to find out,” she tells me as she reaches for the envelope and tears it open.
As she unfolds the paper her eyes become glued to the letter, her expression gives nothing away, goddammit.
“Spill it, what does it say?” I state boldly as I need to know whether it’s a scary stalker letter or the ‘I hope you can forgive and forget’ type.
“Okay , Roxy, so the short version is that he is sorry, wants you to know he is paying for his sins, and seeking help for his illness. My version of this letter is that psycho Dylan is trying for an early release on good behaviour, and he is lying through his fucking teeth. He has an illness all right, it’s called schizophrenia, and this bullshit letter is all for show. Don’t buy it, Rox, just pretend that you never got it,” Jemma adds her harsh opinion, and I agree with what she is saying.
“Fucking hallelujah about him getting help,” I state a little relieved about that fact.
“He sure as hell needs it!” I giggle to Jem, at least I know he is safely locked up and can’t come find me. That would scare the bejesus out of me.
You sure know how to pick them, Rox, I say to myself .
In the words of Taylor Swift , I am going to ‘Shake it off, shake it off.’
My past that included Dylan is now dead and buried six feet under, covered in dirt, bugs, and lots of other heavy and gross items that will keep it hidden.
The memories of Dylan and the kidnapping and the fire still give me chills like a horror movie. So, what’s in the past will stay that way.
Shaking it off and moving onwards and upwards, reaching for the stars with Kade.
He is my soul mate, my baby, my hero, my knight in shining armour, and my very own Superman rolled into one sexy beast.
I don’t know how I could have gotten through these last few months without him as my saviour and protector. He rescued me in a million different ways.
When a life-threatening event occurs, it definitely puts everything back into perspective.
Kind of like Edward in Twilight when he leaves Bella thinking it’s best for her.
Kade did that for me.
It hurt like hell but knowing he was trying to protect me in the long run shows me how deep his love for me really goes.
Then my mind wonders to sexy Jacob and his muscles in New Moon, he must have worked out hourly to get that body.
Note to self, girls’ night watching The Twilight Saga very soon.
B eing the honest girlfriend that I am, I reluctantly decide to tell Kade about the letter from Dylan. I knew he would be pissed that he wrote to me.
“Who the fuck does he think he is? After what he did to you, he shouldn’t be allowed to make contact with you at all,” he states angrily at the justice
Love you, whorebag. See you after work.
I am so glad that Jemma understands me. She always knows how to help.
Okay skank, I will do it for you because I love you and because you are going to be my maid of honour. See you later.
I take a hot and numbing shower and throw on some casual shorts and a sleeveless top, desperately trying to stay distracted until Jemma gets home in approximately thirty-two minutes. Not that I am counting...
Why is it that when it’s something you know you shouldn’t do, it just makes you want to do it more?
I microwaved the leftover spaghetti bolognese from last night; who has time to cook every night when you can make enough for two nights. Then dish our tasty smelling dinner onto plates. I slowly set the table, keeping as busy as possible until I hear the front door open and my sensational best friend enter.
“Right, so give it to me then. You didn’t cave and open it yourself, did you, Rox?” Jemma queries me while pointing her finger at me. She knows me too well.
“No, I didn’t cave though I thought about it more than I’d like to admit. What do you think he wrote, Jem?” I look at her with a worried expression.
“Only one way to find out,” she tells me as she reaches for the envelope and tears it open.
As she unfolds the paper her eyes become glued to the letter, her expression gives nothing away, goddammit.
“Spill it, what does it say?” I state boldly as I need to know whether it’s a scary stalker letter or the ‘I hope you can forgive and forget’ type.
“Okay , Roxy, so the short version is that he is sorry, wants you to know he is paying for his sins, and seeking help for his illness. My version of this letter is that psycho Dylan is trying for an early release on good behaviour, and he is lying through his fucking teeth. He has an illness all right, it’s called schizophrenia, and this bullshit letter is all for show. Don’t buy it, Rox, just pretend that you never got it,” Jemma adds her harsh opinion, and I agree with what she is saying.
“Fucking hallelujah about him getting help,” I state a little relieved about that fact.
“He sure as hell needs it!” I giggle to Jem, at least I know he is safely locked up and can’t come find me. That would scare the bejesus out of me.
You sure know how to pick them, Rox, I say to myself .
In the words of Taylor Swift , I am going to ‘Shake it off, shake it off.’
My past that included Dylan is now dead and buried six feet under, covered in dirt, bugs, and lots of other heavy and gross items that will keep it hidden.
The memories of Dylan and the kidnapping and the fire still give me chills like a horror movie. So, what’s in the past will stay that way.
Shaking it off and moving onwards and upwards, reaching for the stars with Kade.
He is my soul mate, my baby, my hero, my knight in shining armour, and my very own Superman rolled into one sexy beast.
I don’t know how I could have gotten through these last few months without him as my saviour and protector. He rescued me in a million different ways.
When a life-threatening event occurs, it definitely puts everything back into perspective.
Kind of like Edward in Twilight when he leaves Bella thinking it’s best for her.
Kade did that for me.
It hurt like hell but knowing he was trying to protect me in the long run shows me how deep his love for me really goes.
Then my mind wonders to sexy Jacob and his muscles in New Moon, he must have worked out hourly to get that body.
Note to self, girls’ night watching The Twilight Saga very soon.
B eing the honest girlfriend that I am, I reluctantly decide to tell Kade about the letter from Dylan. I knew he would be pissed that he wrote to me.
“Who the fuck does he think he is? After what he did to you, he shouldn’t be allowed to make contact with you at all,” he states angrily at the justice
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