Romans & histoires You Don't Hit My Line No More

I'm not going anywhere. Not ever again

Let my mouth stretch wide when I smile like I’m not aching in every place Nathan left me unfinished. But I am. And when my phone buzzes, my stomach flips. It’s not him. It never is. I check anyway. Like a junkie waiting on a fix. Nothing. No message. No reprimand. Not even crumbs. I stare too long. Then type without thinking: I’m not yours to command. You don’t get to own me. Send. Regret crashes into me instantly. I toss the phone down, flip it face-down like it burned me. It kind of did.

And for a second Nothing happened. Then his phone buzzed again. Adrian opened it. And this time For the first time There was no calm in the words. No control. Just one line. You just crossed the line.

I didn’t move. “Who are you?” I said again. But the line was already dead.

Ashamed of my thoughts, I covered my face with my palms. “Is everything alright?” He asked as he turned on the radio. Can we go back to the days our love was strong?... Can you tell me how a perfect love goes wrong?... Can somebody tell me how to get things back... The way they use to be? Is Boyz II Men teasing me? I made a face. I was just glad my palms still cover my face. A gasp escaped my lips when Albert bended over to me. My heart surely skipped a beat. My body stiffened and my eyes widened.

This fantasy relationship we had will end sooner or later. “Fuck are you doing?!” Lincoln sprung up and, without a second thought, hit Deacon directly in the face. Lincoln's eyes are glaring with anger. "How can you say that?!" Lincoln didn't stop punching Deacon until no blood came out of him. "Say that again, you jerk, and I won't hesitate to beat you until you stop breathing." Deacon, who was lying under Lincoln, who was not resisting his punch. I was just sitting there, dumbfounded by what I was witnessing right now, as Lincoln beat Deacon to death.

My finger hovers, then presses call , hoping to connect to the one whose name is a dark curse word in the Silver Azure pack. When the line connects, I speak without waiting. “Do the words you said back then still count?”

"Remind me to never cross you!" ----

One line. “You don’t know who you’re dealing with. But you will.”

I was going to become a gem all on my own. Just then, Queenie suddenly yanked the strap of my shoulder bag. The medical journal Mom left me fell straight to the ground, pages flying everywhere. Rage surged through me. I didn't know where the strength came from, but I raised my arm and slapped Queenie hard across the face. She stumbled backward and let out a dramatic cry. "Nigel! Save me!" Nigel's expression changed in an instant. He rushed to catch her in his arms and then turned around and kicked me in the stomach.