Brother Luck(not)

"Do you remember I was the first for you, baby girl?"

I tried to make sense of what was happening after hearing a stern whisper in my ear. I had never considered what it would feel like to wake up with someone's hands around my hips. I try to hold my breath as the deep, raspy voice brings to memory a particular name. A name I didn't wish to keep in mind.

"I miss you."

I abruptly stood up and freed myself from his grasp. Why can I see his face here after whatever I did yesterday? I was at a place that I had only been a few hours in.

I stood up and climbed out of the hotel room's king-size bed. took a step back when I saw him coming.

"How did you get here?" I inquired almost in a whisper.

"Go away!"

He snatched both of my hands as I screamed. I made a vain attempt to shake him off. I lacked the strength to resist him because of his enormous size.

Observing how I constantly attempting to escape. Passion flashed in his eyes. I have seen that before, yes. The five-year-old incident gave me a mental smack. Some unpleasant recollections appeared to surface.

I detested staring into his ominous, hazel-gray eyes.

He was poised to pounce on his adversary like a predator. But for the time being, I'm not terrified of anything he wants to do. I had vowed not to be flimsy in front of him.

"You're still gorgeous, just like before." He attempted to seize my face. Naturally, I tossed it away quickly.

"What do yo want?" I questioned fiercely. I detested having to see him once more. I felt like I was being drawn back into the night by the nightmare. causing me to second-guess my choice.

He said, "I miss you." He briefly gave me a somber expression before his eyes sharpened once more. Damn. I never did comprehend him.

"You did flee from me, right?" He started to approach, so I drew my legs back.

"Please get the f*cking away from me! I'd prefer not to see you. You are the most repulsive person."

He grinned mockingly. Let's begin. I then felt my body lift up, and he firmly seized hold of my jaw, then gave me a rough kiss.

"You belong to me. Always mine! I'll remind you that you're mine if you dare to disagree with me." He then spun his body around and threw me onto the sofa.

Before he actually went, I recall. He gave me a stern look and then I heard his cell phone ring, so I assumed he was occupied.

I know. I ought to have sprinted away right away. Profit from the fact that 'you won't be seeing him again'. I ought to have. owever, I had just finished cleaning up some yesterday's remaining clothing.

Once more, I heard approaching footsteps.

The door to the room opened again, displaying the cruel face that was unluckily gorgeous looking at me sharply.

"Where are you going?" he questioned plainly.

I didn't answer him. Just trying to get past his big body while pulling my suitcase. After just a few steps my screech came out. My long hair was pulled back so I could see his angry face.

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