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Save Me: Chapter 6 - Succeed or Die

~Hey guys! This is Chapter 6 of ‘Save Me’. Molly is finally going to come face to face with Negan as she attacks the Sanctuary on her own. This is the start of their story. Hope you enjoy! Chapter 7 is out on Sunday ❤️ ~

I felt it. This would be the day that I kill Negan. That I kill the Saviours. We would finally have the upper hand on them for once and show them what it feels like to lose what you love. The thoughts that raced through my mind were of Tara, I had to do this for her, for Denise.

It was early morning by the time the Saviours came.

Rick and everyone had left while Rosita and I stayed at Hilltop feigning that we wanted to help Dr Carson with finding more medical supplies for Maggie.

Jesus called from the lookout window at the top of the house, 'they're here!'.

Rosita and I snuck down and used the trapdoor by the fence which was hidden by a pile of logs and only Jesus knew about this.

Once we had climbed down and through the tunnel, we reached the outer walls of Hilltop.

From there, we could see three large white trucks approaching which looked as though they carried a couple men in each.

When the saviours had climbed out of their trucks and the gates were opened, people immediately started bringing out crates upon crates of food and weaponry.

I scowled at this with how much they were taking.

Hilltop was running low anyway and they took much more than the agreed half.

When the men were far enough away from the trucks, Rosita and I sprinted towards them.

As soon as we reached them, thinking they would be empty we jumped in and hid behind some boxes already in there.

Little did we know that we had company.

Rosita and I, hiding in the same truck, were crouched down with our guns out looking at each other.

Someone was there.

It must have been a Saviour, as we didn't recognise the voice, he had climbed in and was checking the boxes, leaving the ones at the back for last.

With every inch closer, my breathing became more and more rapid.

Rosita started to raise her gun in between the gap of two boxes, to try and get a clean shot.

I shook my head at her, then tapped my knife.

We had to be quiet about this, otherwise a gunshot would certainly bring all the Saviours to us and we would be royally fucked.

Looking through the gap, the man had set down his gun and was now rifling through the boxes a row in front of us.

This was it.

Rosita held out her hand to me, telling me to wait, then nodded.

She lept up and put the guy into a headlock, 'what the fu-' he tried to yell before she covered his mouth.

He was a small man, so we could take him but he struggled like hell.

I took one of the bottles of whisky and smashed it over his head, he was instantly knocked out.

I then slit his throat before dragging him to the back of the truck to hide the body.

Rosita covered the blood with boxes and made it look like the whisky had spilt by cutting open the box.

We didn't know how long the journey would be to their base but once we heard them roll down the doors.

No going back now.

It felt like hours had gone by, we must be close, there was no way that they could have tabs on our communities if they were any further out than this.

We stayed silent for a little longer before we crept forward and slightly opened the roll down door.

We couldn't see much or make out where we were, but all we saw was old shops, a statue of a saint and bins everywhere strewn across the street.

While I scanned the area, Rosita took out a bottle of maple syrup from one of the boxes and emptied it onto the road.

She wanted to make a trail so we could follow it back there if we needed.

It was smart, too smart.

I thought to myself, they need her, more than they need me right now.

She knows everything about everything.

Only one of us should die for this.

Rosita said, 'okay this is it, come on, they're going slow enough so we won't hurt ourselves too bad if we jump. We can't go right up to the gates, so its now or never'.

I took a minute before saying 'okay you first, show me how its done'.

Rosita prepared herself for the jump, she threw her bag out first, making it land out of their sight.

She said softly, 'okay, once you're out, roll out of sight, got it?'.

'Got it' I nodded as I readied myself.

She jumped with no hesitation and rolled behind a bin near her bag.

When she looked up, she looked at me as I waved goodbye.

'It's not your time!' I mouthed.

She hit the bin next to her, mouthing to herself 'son of a bitch'.

The trail of maple syrup had ended where she jumped out, she could go back to Hilltop but I couldn't let her find her way to the Saviour's den.

A little time passed before the trucked slowed right down.

We must be close, I thought.

Peering through the shutters as the roll down door lifted itself up, not being properly shut.

I saw darkness itself.

Wire fencing surrounded this abandoned factory looking building.

Everything was grey and death encircled it.

Tied to the fencing were walkers, chained like animals. I guessed to ward off both other walkers and people.

We stopped abruptly at a gate.

As the gate opened, the truck pulled forward slightly before about a dozen men surrounded the door.

I made sure my gun was loaded and picked up an assault rifle from one of the boxes for extra firepower.

At least I could take out some Saviours before I met my end.

'Okay boys lets get this haul unloaded and inside' a low voiced Saviour said.

I looked up from behind the boxes.

'I wanna get back in there and unload a little myself' the husky voiced man said to himself.

'Negan, I need to talk to you about redirect' said a nervous sounding man.

That was Negan. He's real. So who was the guy Rick killed?

I couldn't believe he was right there, within my reach. All I had to do was reach out and shoot him.

'What about the redirect?' Negan bellowed.

'It got screwed up...we're on it now but it's a mess out there' the nervous man said again.

Negan sighed, 'who's job was that?' he said slowly.

His voice faded away when a Saviour said 'aw damn, I thought they wrapped this up tight' as he pulled the shutters back and tied them to the side.

'Ah no worries, plenty more where this came from' another said chuckling.

This angered me more than anything else. They would keep taking from all of us with no remorse simply because they could and they knew there was nothing we could do about it.

One hopped in the truck, picking up the box of whisky, it split. Whisky smashed and leaked everywhere.

I smiled as I mindfully thanked Rosita.

'Son of a bitch!' he yelled.

He had turned towards me and we made direct eye contact.

'What the hell?!' he said confused.

It was now or never. I gunned both of them down and fired on the men further away.

I lept forward and stood at the edge of the truck aiming at the men below as they hurriedly backed away.

'Stay back!' I shouted, 'drop your weapons...I only want Negan, he killed my friend' I said sternly.

'No one else needs to die' I continued, that was a lie.

Suddenly a whistle came from the right. It must have been Negan.

He walked behind his men until he reached my left. My gun pointing at him the entire time.

He was a tall dark haired man wearing a leather jacket.

He looked stunned, with a smirk across his face.

'Damn!' he said surprised at my confidence. 'You are a badass', he added pulling one of his men in front of him, should I decide to take my shot.

I probably should have but I was frozen.

He was not what I pictured.

I tried to keep my focus. 'I ain't gonna lie, you scare the shit outta me' Negan added, still smiling.

Doubtful, I thought, considering what he's done but I let him continue.

Suddenly, one of his men jumped forward at me, so I gunned him down before Dwight tackled me to the ground.

I punched him in the face and gut till he picked up my gun, putting it to my forehead.

'Molly!' Dwight yelled at me frustrated and wanting to kill me.

'Do it Dwight, like you did Denise...go right ahead' I said angrily through breaths.

I looked towards Negan who was watching entertained, yet confused by our familiarity with each other.

'Dwight, back the fuck off' he said while sauntering over to me.

I was lying on the gravel still, while Dwight took my knife and pistol, Negan hovered over me.

He smiled.

Without delay, he reached out his hand to me saying 'is that anyway to treat our new guest?'.

I hesitated, why hadn't they killed me yet?

'C'mon darlin, I will show you around...' he added, flashing his pearly whites.

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Chapter 6 - Lex

Lex knew what she needed to do. It was a simple step by step. Get out of this stockroom, find Mr. Houston, get him to help her find Hannah and Ethan, get out of the mall. Boom. California. 

How she was going to do all of those things, Lex had no idea. She had no idea how she was even going to get out of the stockroom. Linda and her psycho cult were still there, weren’t they? 

Were they? Lex didn’t hear any of the clamor and she had heard earlier. That should have made her feel better, it instead made her uneasy. If the cult was here, then she could keep tabs on them, knowing for sure that they were still just worshipping Linda and not hunting down anybody’s sister or sort-of-boyfriend. 

If the cult wasn’t here, then where were they? 

Shit. Shit. Fuck Shit.

Lex needed to get out of this stockroom and get to Ethan and Hannah. In desperation, she looked to the window. She could smash it, and get outside to the loading lot. This was where all the trucks on this side of the mall unloaded their shit. There was a door, not ten feet from here that led into the Famous Footwear next door. She could get out, and get right back in without being spotted.  That was a half-decent plan. But if the cultists were there and they heard her… 

She couldn’t break it. But maybe it was already open? 

Lex crept to the window as quietly as she could, not daring to breathe, and ventured a look outside. In the first instance of something going right all day, the coast was clear. The cult must not have considered someone going out this way, and so hadn’t bothered to block it off. 

Sweet. 

Lex tried the window, and almost jumped up and down for joy when it began to slide. The window got stuck in a couple of places and required some effort, and a bit more noise than Lex would have liked, but damn if it wasn’t opening. 

Finally, Lex created a big enough gap for her to crawl out. She had to be absolutely silent. Even if Linda had sent all of her goonies out to search for Hannah, she wouldn’t have been stupid enough to send everyone. She’d have guards. Fortunately, she’d had some practice with this, thanks to Mom. She stuck her new pistol in her belt, and swung one leg out of the window, then ducked her head through next, twisting to catch the window with her left hand. It was sort of an awkward position, but it worked. Then, she swung out her other leg, shut the window, and behold, Lex the ninja was out. 

Lex the Ninja had a nice ring to it. Maybe she’d ask Ethan to incorporate it into one of the bedtime stories he took great pride in making up for Hannah. 

If he’s alive, the cynical part of Lex thought. And if Hannah’s alive. 

Lex tried to shake the thought off. If she got too caught up in thinking about what might have happened to Ethan and Hannah, she’d lose it. Then she’d have no chance of finding them or getting out of this mall alive. She had to stay focused on her mission. 

With another glance around to double-check that the coast was clear, Lex started to dart towards the shoe store loading entrance. 

It was locked. 

Damn it. This plan had been working too well for something not to go wrong. 

She could sneak back into the stockroom? Try another store? 

Sneaking back into the stockroom left her with absolutely nowhere to go, so that was out. Lex also didn’t have time to run up and down the length of the mall checking doors when Ethan and Hannah’s lives were at stake. 

Then, Lex heard a noise. The sound of heavy footsteps on the pavement. Someone muttering to himself. 

Fuuuuuckk 

This was bad. Really bad. If any one of Linda’s cultists found her, it was game over. They wouldn’t let her escape twice. 

Lex scrambled back towards the Toy Zone stockroom window and pushed it open. She started to swing back through the window when the figure came around the corner, and made a beeline for Mr. Houston’s car. 

Holy shit. It was Mr. Houston. 

He had his back to her. He looked a lot worse than he had that morning. His hair was a mess, and he was sporting some nice bruises, probably from the riots in Toy Zone. But he was alive, and looked in reasonable shape to maybe help Lex fight Linda. Lex was really lucking out today. 

She was about to say something, to let him know he was there, when Mr. Houston lifted his arm, and Lex saw what he was carrying. In a death grip, underneath his arm, Mr. Houston had a Wiggly. 

Lex’s hand went to the gun at her belt. She really didn’t want to hurt Mr. Houston. Maybe she should just let him leave with Wiggly, but she couldn’t do that. Mr. Houston had a kid. If she let him bring that thing home what would happen? 

And maybe, if Lex tried. She could save a few more people than just Hannah and Ethan. She was Lex Foster. She was a fuckin fighter. 

She made her choice. 

“Mr. Houston!” She said, climbing back out the window and taking the gun off her belt. 

“Leave me alone!” Mr. Houston snapped. 

“Turn around.” Lex kept the gun steadily trained on him. She wouldn’t use it unless she had to, but it was a comfort to have it nonetheless. 

Mr. Houston turned. His eyes were unfocused and glowing green. He looked first at Lex, then at the gun. 

“What,” Mr. Houston said, in the voice he used when he was asking her how her day at school was going, or reassuring her that she could turn in her shop projects a day late. It was understanding and kind. But Lex didn’t lower the gun. “You gonna shoot me, Lex? Or can I just go home?”

Lex didn’t move. 

“I’ve had a shitty day,” Mr. Houston said angrily. His entire tone and demeanor changed. The facade Wiggly made him put on apparently didn’t last long. “So I’d appreciate it if you got the goddamn gun out of my face!” 

“Please, Mr. Houston,” Lex said. She didn’t think she’d ever said please to Mr. Houston in her life, but if Wiggly could put facades up then so could she. “I need your help. Ethan needs your help. But I need you to put down that doll.” 

Mr. Houston started at that, as if trying to remember something. She knew Mr. Houston liked Ethan. While Lex was passable in shop, Ethan was stellar. It was the only class he actually enjoyed, and the only class he’d ever tried in. Mr. Houston noticed, and it was clear to everyone that Ethan, and Lex, who he started liking by association, were his favorite students. Sometimes, Lex would find Ethan in Mr. Houston’s room after school, chatting about mechanical physics or car models or whatever. Anyway, Lex knew that Mr. Houston had a soft spot for Ethan Green. 

“Don’t try to trick me with thoughts of the damned kid,” Mr. Houston growled. “Why would I give Wiggly to you, when you just want him for yourself! Thought you were better than that, Lex.” 

“No, I don’t,” Lex said, trying to keep the desperation out of her voice. “Ethan really does need our help, Hannah too, and I don’t know who else to turn to!” 

“Well, too bad, Lex,” Mr. Houston shouted, so loudly that Lex almost wanted to hit him with the gun to shut him up. “Because I’m leavin’ and taking this doll to my son!” 

“He doesn’t want it!” Lex shouted. Maybe if she said it loud enough, it would get through Mr. Houston’s head. “Think about it, did Tim ever say he wanted a Tickle-Me-Wiggly?” 

She hoped to God she was right. 

Mr, Houston looked confused, like for the first time, he was pondering if his son really had asked for a Wiggly, as he’d been so certain Tim had that morning. 

“He, he must have…” Mr. Houston said hesitantly. “Yeah, we were trying to win one at… at Pizza Pete’s! No, wait… He said he wanted one this morning. Oh, whatever, I know he wants one!” 

“Lemme tell you what I know.” Lex changed tactics. If Ethan wasn’t going to work, then Tim had to. “I know your wife died, and you’re trying real hard to make up for it. But that is something you want, not your son.” Mr. Houston looked up at her, looking as if he was seeing her for the first time. “You think Wiggly can fix this hole, but it is a trick. And if you bring that doll back to your house, he is going to get hurt. I know it. And I think you do, too. But I think you’re scared, because if Wiggly isn’t the answer, then what is?” 

Mr. Houston looked at Lex, then back at the doll for a long time. He seemed to be seriously considering what she had to say. 

Please, please, Lex prayed. To Webby. To General MacNamara. To anyone that might be listening. Just let this work. 

Finally, after a million years of the two of them, standing in silence, Lex looking at Mr. Houston, and Mr. Houston looking at the doll, Mr. Houston spoke again.

“You’re not really that cute, are you?” He said softly. “In fact, you’re real fucking ugly!” 

Mr. Houston threw the doll on the ground and stepped on it, and Lex couldn’t help letting out a happy whoop. 

“Thank god!” She said happily. “Now, we just gotta get back into the mall, and we can find Hannah and Ethan, and get the fuck outta here! All of us!” 

“Lex,” Mr. Houston said. He suddenly looked incredibly sad. “There is something that I need to tell you. It’s about Ethan.” 

Mr. Houston could have punched her in the face, and it would have hurt less. Lex knew what he was going to say before the words came out of his mouth. 

“Ethan is dead.” 

“No, no,” Lex’s lower lip began to tremble. She felt like she was holding the weight of the entire mall on her shoulders. “No, no, he can’t be…He isn’t.” 

“I found him outside the Cineplex, Lex,” Mr. Houston went on, seeming like he was trying to hold back tears. “He had been attacked. Think he stayed behind to protect your sister… There... There was nothing we could do. Becky and I, we stayed with him, though. He thought Becky was you, told her that he’d get you to California…then you wouldn’t have to cry so much anymore… I damn near started crying myself.”  

Lex broke down, then, and just started sobbing there in the mall parking lot. She, like Ethan, never really cried unless they were alone. Ethan would wrap her in his embrace that smelled like leather and cigarettes, and stroke her hair and whisper things about California until she stopped crying. Ethan who was now dead somewhere outside the Cineplex. God, she just wanted Ethan. 

But now Mr. Houston came up and put his arm around her, and Lex didn’t push him away like she would have literally anyone else. She needed this right now. 

“I’m sorry, Lex,” Mr. Houston said softly. Now tears really were pricking his eyes. “I’m gonna miss him, too. He was a good kid.” 

“He would have been so pissed if you called him kid.” Lex almost smiled through her tears. 

“Yeah, he would have,” Mr. Houston replied with the same half-smile. Then it faded, as he pulled Lex up and wiped the tears off his face. “But those assholes, they took Becky and Hannah. And… And someone else.” Mr. Houston seemed to be struggling to remember. “He was there, with us. In the food court. I thought I recognized him… but, now… Wiggly must’ve fucked with my head.” 

“Whoever it is, we’ll help him,” Lex said firmly. She wiped her own tears away. She was on her feet now, both planted on the ground. The grief and shock over hearing about Ethan was still brewing in Lex’s heart, but she tried to channel it. Use it to make her angry. If she couldn’t save Ethan, she wouldn’t let his death be in vain. She would save her sister. “Linda Monroe is going to FUCKING pay!”

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13.

I already miss my parents, but I am not going to miss sleeping in a bed with Kyrie. I thought I was bad to sleep next too, but he is terrible. I have bruises on my legs, he kicked me so many times but I think some of it were on purpose. I got on a separate flight with my brothers to go back to LA, I have work so I couldn’t just go back to New Jersey. My skin is popping though, I love it. Looking out of the window on the flight, back to LA, how exciting. It is exciting because I get to see Chris, he has been bugging, he wants to pick me up from the airport but do I really want the hectic shit that comes with that. I declined and he didn’t text me back, he text me back after an hour and said fine. He wants to do so much, and then he said I will send a driver to you, come to my crib. I want to see you, I bet he thinks I am being awkward but I have work tomorrow and I want to move into the new apartment today. I am just going to pick up a few things and leave, go back after for my stuff. I am so excited to see him but I also know that there has been so much shit that has happened, I am at a point in life where I am just going to cut Bailey off, she is with Lo and I know she is. Lo is a dick, she will learn the hard way because I know what life she wants, well wanted.

Grabbing my suitcase, Nathan gave me a slight smile. Walking over to him “sis, I don’t want no hard feelings. Dad made it clear that you are moving, if you need me or him at anytime, I got you. I love you, you my little sister” crossing my arms across my chest, Blake is a stubborn ass “we just care about you, I just ain’t like that your boyfriend was all up in my face acting cool when he was with you. He could have been a man about it, it’s done with now. Just forgive me, I care about you. Like Nathan said, one call and we there” I wish I could stay mad at them “the bedroom is always yours, nobody finna take that from you” I don’t want to smile but, they are being sweet “come here” placing my handbag down, placing my arms around Nathan. Feeling Blake place his arms around us “we need each other, life is too short” Blake said, he moved back “you both know?” looking at Blake “he told us” no wonder they are feeling it, we do need each other.

Pulling my suitcase along “Lo is picking us up” Blake said, looking ahead of me. I see the two people I didn’t want “fuck” I spat, staring ahead of me. I don’t want to do this, not now. Why is she even here, I stopped walking looking at the bitch “are you dating Chris Brown?” some guy came up all in my face “what?” glaring at this guy, he had a camera in hand. Staring at him confused “you’re his girlfriend, he announced it” he took a picture of me “get the fuck outta here!” Blake pushed him “come on” Blake grabbed my suitcase “don’t take pictures of my sister” what is even happening, walking with Blake “the hell do they want from you?” Nathan said “she with Chris Brown now, lot of people are interested in her” Lo said, Bailey skipped over to me. She placed her arms around my neck, I feel like I got set up.

I don’t even want to be in the car with them, seeing the cab across the road “come on?” Nathan said, shaking my head hailing the cab over “what you doing?” he questioned, looking back at them “I am not going to be in a car with them, especially bitches that lie on me. That wanted Chris and I to break up, Bailey you was supposed to be my friend. I swear I want hit you but I won’t, I won’t hit trash! You know what, you knew I was coming here. You fucking set that up, you set all that up. I have you clocked, who the fuck else leaked that picture from my page of Chris? I barely have anyone on there! You! You fucking did it, stay the fuck away from me” I am not with the shits “I never lied” Bailey said acting all sad “but you did, next time you verify shit, saying Chris was with Rosa. Check where that stupid hoe was! Because she ain’t in LA, stay away from me. I am done with you” grabbing my suitcase, I want to hit her.

The package came, I got Rylee and Royalty Black Pyramid clothing just for them. Wait, that rhymes, Rylee and Royalty. Why have I just noticed this, shaking my head “so I got you the gear, I got you a spot for your clothing line in Paris. All we need is for you to show your face” my manager came through “appreciate it, you know the fashion thing, you know Dior and all that. I want to go to the show, get me a spot with a plus one. I want to take Rylee with me” she shouldn’t be working; it is the weekend “your new girlfriend? You have not claimed a girl in so long, I was at home and I saw it. Good catch, she is pretty” so proud of my girl “she is pretty, you know I had to claim that. Shocks me that she was single but I want to take her with me, hopefully she is not working” she can take a day off for this “I will sort that out for you, club appearance on Friday?” I paused thinking “erm, should be ok. I mean the Fashion Show is Saturday so I can travel straight after, yeah do it” that should be fine, just need to reschedule my time with Royalty, I feel all busy again.

I need to keep myself busy, I want to see Rylee now but I can’t. She is so strict with me, I could have picked her up but no, Rylee has got me under some spell because I listen. I got the boys here though “the man himself, the legend” Hood spat, seeing Lo walking into my home. I do still want to punch him, but it’s best to keep your enemies close “Chris, can I talk to you?” Lo said, the room fell silent. I wonder what the hell he wants “sure” getting up from the couch, I will be good for Rylee “erm, I heard what Bailey said about you” walking toward my yard “we just went to pick up Rylee and she popped off on her, I didn’t know any of it. I promise you, I didn’t. I was shocked, she had some blog guy there. He took pictures of Rylee and then her, it was like she wanted a little bit of fame. I don’t know Chris, I just want to let you know I am not about that. I didn’t set that up, it was fucked up” Bailey is such a bitch, rubbing my face “I am not fucking with the devil, she talking to the blogs. I don’t know why either” biting my bottom lip “she the same one that fucked all the homies after fucking me” my eyes widened “when did this happen?” I questioned “you were staying away from us, she came to my crib. She was open to doing it. I have videos” I am not really that much of a dick but she fucked with my girl, I know she has upset her “you know what Lo, if you say that you don’t fuck with that. How about you post those videos on your page” holding my hands up “that ain’t come from me though” walking backwards.

I wondered how this bitch got so many followers, I kind of realised when she been putting every friendship picture of Rylee up. How can she do that to her, Rylee has never had that come at her before in her life. Pulling at my chin hair “heard y’all hit it, with Bailey? Is that why she was hanging with y’all in the studio” Fresh busted out laughing “she wanted to hang with the crew, we don’t give free entries. She wanted to be in the crowd. She kept on saying let’s go to Chris’ studio, I think she wanted your dick” pulling a face “I don’t want a disease, I am just glad her true colours have come out now, jealousy is sickening. She made out I was fucking with Rosa, told my girl that” imagine if Rylee just broke it off with me, that is what scared me.

Looking at my Instagram “ooh no, why she acting like we’re friends now” Bailey is crazy, she posting club pictures on Rylee’ birthday, that is just a group picture “she wants fame bad, she need to calm her ass down before the hospital sack her ass” I know I shouldn’t but I can’t help myself, pressing the comment tab ‘snake’ I just had to write that, the girl is a snake. I am so annoyed with her “going Paris on the weekend boys, I need to check with my girl. If she comes then I am sorry but no, if she don’t then y’all can. I think her job gets in the way” it really does “make her quit that shit then” Keeis said “nah, she worked hard for that. I respect her grind, I respect her enough to keep my mouth shut and let her hold her own” she will probably cuss me out for mentioning that, I rather not do that to her either.

I am so excited to see Rylee, my boss lady told me I can come to the apartment now. Why am I so whipped, I hate it but I also love it. She makes me feel so stable in life, I just love it. Parking my Bentley at the side of Rylee’ car, she need a new. You know what I will give her the keys to my cars, I don’t even care about that shit at all. Turning my car engine off, opening my car door. I have bought the box of things for her too, getting out of my car. I just hope nobody clocks where she lives, she is going to hate me if she gets bugged when she is trying to be private. Picking the box out of the trunk, closing the trunk and locking my car. Walking towards her building complex, I bet she looks so good with her new tan because on facetime she looked so good.

Unlocking the door with my key, which was so difficult with this big ass box. Pushing the door open wider and hitting into Rylee’ suitcase “wow, I cleaned this place” she’s made a mess, where is she. Placing the box down, Rylee tiptoed out from the bedroom “you’re here” she clapped her hands, Rylee is wearing my hoodie and just that, her tanned legs all out on show. Rubbing the back of my neck, I feel so shy now “aww look at you” walking over the mess on the floor, Rylee ran into me. Hugging her close while picking her up “I have missed you so so much Chris” Rylee squeezed me close, pressing kisses to the side of my face “same, I am just glad you are back now. You can’t go anywhere now” Rylee moved her head back “I missed your noodle arms around me” placing her hands on my face “you’re so perfect baby” her thumb roamed over my lips, this is so different from Rylee. She is showing me much more feelings, she bought her head down to me. Pressing a slow kiss to my lips, I began to taste her lips and I made the change to deepen the kiss. She began to nip at my lower lip and flicked out her tongue, I dived into her mouth and my heart began to race.

Rylee moved her face to the side of my cheek, breaking the kiss. She took my breath away, taking in a dee breath “so we did miss each other a lot” I said, she pressed a kiss to my cheek smiling “we did” placing Rylee on the ground “I am just glad you’re home” placing a kiss to her forehead and then hugged Rylee close “I can look after you now, be here for you properly” Rylee cooed out “you was there for me, always picking up my calls. I appreciate you” moving back, looking behind me “I bought you some of my clothing line clothes, you can wear that whenever. You steal my clothes all the time, and then made a mess. I spent time cleaning you know” Rylee held my hand “I am sorry, but you didn’t have to get me clothes. Stop spoiling me, my mom said I don’t need to be spoilt. But I disagree with that statement” placing my hands on the side of Rylee’ face “I will spoil you anyways. I have missed you so much beautiful, don’t ever go away. Not without me now” pecking her lips “I have missed you, I honestly thought I wouldn’t have missed the way I have. You are so sweet to me, you listened to me about my issues, put your own issues aside. Thank you” she said, moving my hands away from her face “don’t say thank you, I will do anything for you” Rylee pulled me along “you’re so cute, come we have so much to talk about” I can sit and listen to Rylee speak all day, I don’t mind that.

I am not pleased with the mess, she has been back for less than twenty four hours and she has just threw things on the floor “if we living together we can’t have this” I pointed at the floor “especially when I cleaned out the apartment” Rylee placed her legs on my lap “your legs won’t work either” she raised her eyebrow “oooh” she said before she placed her foot on my crotch, holding onto her foot “don’t wake him up, you will be putting him to sleep” Rylee is a freak in the sheets, I like she doesn’t expose that part and keeps it between us “fine, I will stop. I will clean up the mess in my apartment” frowning at her “this is ours” reaching over to hold her hand “I am glad to be back, just to see you that is. I would have gone back to New Jersey if it wasn’t for work, kind of makes me regret coming out here. My mom needs me even though she tells me she is fine, it’s just going to be hard on my dad. Kyrie is so young, it’s just nobody is there. I will be having Kyrie for the summer holidays, he will be sleeping the bed with me” I scoffed laughing “good one Rylee, there is a perfectly nice couch here. I am not leaving, I am refusing” Rylee stared at me trying to supress her smile “I am not leaving the bed, I don’t care who he is” Rylee shushed me “we can work on something when he comes ok? I can’t stand sleeping in a bed with him anyways, you seen my legs? I am bruised” looking down at her legs, I did notice that, I was thinking why they are bruised.

“I am just going to make it known, I am not leaving the bed. You can’t replace me” I sound so dramatic but I refuse “oh stop it, we will figure something out. He doesn’t even know who you are yet, he will freak out” that means I can talk him into letting me sleep in Rylee’ bed “I will pay him then, so tell me. How is your mom? How is Harvey?” I am on first name basis with the father in law, I am getting in there, Rylee laughed “Harvey now? He is fine, just annoying my mom before they went on the flight. He left a whole suitcase in Barbados, like how do you forget a whole suitcase. My mom was like but you made sure to get your own damn suitcase, it was funny to see them argue. My mom is strong, she is looking forward to things. I goes to her that she can’t leave me, I have so much to show her. It just hurts, I want her to be at my wedding. Be there for me when I have my first baby” rubbing my thumb on the back of her hand “she will be good Rylee, let’s think that. Whenever you need to talk, I am here but I am praying for her” I pray her mom is good “also like you said she needs to be here for our first child” Rylee snatched her hand away “that will be a long way away” I will give her a baby right now “we will make beautiful babies, I am open to it. Right now” Rylee shook her head smiling “I think I want to wait that out” I wouldn’t be upset if she fell pregnant.

Placing my hand on Rylee’ leg “so…. You said your mom wants meet me. I don’t mind that, when would you like to go?” Rylee shrugged “whenever you are free, I think a weekend I can do” that reminds me, Paris “oh yeah baby, I have a Paris event. It’s the fashion show thing, I need to show my face there. I want you to come with me please, just the weekend” Rylee gawked at me “what? A Fashion show? Me? Famous? beautiful people? Are you crazy, I seen those places. I am not that perfect” is Rylee blind “really? So you not going to support your man?” that is rude “I am not saying that Chris, I don’t belong in those places. They are for the rich and famous and then there is me wearing Forever 21, come on” rolling my eyes “I will take you shopping, I can get shit for free. You’re with me” why won’t she let me “I am with you for you, not the other side” she said, I sighed out, Rylee is so hard headed “so you not coming with me? I always support you, I want you with me Rylee. Accept this, accept the life. When you got with me you knew the life I lived, I am wanting to give you things because I can. I don’t give a fuck if you’re wearing Forever 21, you are better than any of those bitches because you are real. Are you going to come with me?” if she is worried about clothes then I got her, I am annoyed with her and I think it showed.

“Are you angry with me?” she said, rubbing my forehead “I am not angry, I just want you to listen to me sometimes. I need you to support me, I want to show you off. I don’t want to take my friends, I want you” I didn’t want to sound so soppy, but I do now “I am sorry, I will go with you, it’s not that I don’t want too but this is a whole different lifestyle for me. I will always support you, I got you all the time. I just don’t want to be the girl that has no money and her boyfriend is paying for everything” this is what I love about her, which girl ever thinks that “you have a man that has money, I know you. You being like this makes me want to spend, so yeah? Are you coming with me to Paris?” Rylee nodded “I have never been there before” raising my fists in the air “yes!! This trip will be so good” lifting one of Rylee’ legs and placing it behind me “are you wearing any panties?” looking under the hoodie “stop” she tried to close her legs “I am tired babe” laying in-between Rylee’ legs, placing my head on Rylee’ chest “you’re so adorable my babyboy” Rylee placed her arms around my head, kissing the top of my head.

I am so comfortable here “I am sorry about the paparazzi shit at the airport” I mumbled, I feel bad that she had that “not your fault Chris, Bailey is a bitch. Just stay away from her, if you ever see her that is Chris. She is evil, I don’t wish to speak about her anyways. I was thinking about the Paris trip, we can go to my mom’ house on Friday? If that is ok with you” I swear I am about to fall asleep “uuuhhh, I think I have a club appearance but it’s cancelled now, I don’t care for it. We will see them then” I am actually loving Rylee touching my ear “you can’t complain about me not spending time with you now, we about to have a long weekend together” smiling as I closed my eyes.

[lady-nevermore]

Tagged by: @kibitoshinkai​ 

A - Age: 25 going on 26 

B - Biggest fear: Loss/Losing a loved one, The possibility of Nothingness after Death aka the thought of my consciousness just dissipating into nothingness/losing all sense of self after death really scares the crap outta me on a hyperventilating/panic attack kinda level, Heights/Falling, Drowning, Bugs/Insects/Arachnids, Oh, and let’s not forget about Sleep Paralysis, that can be a real bitch too (haven’t had one of those in a really really really long-ass while, welp here’s hoping I didn’t just fucking jinx myself *sigh*). -___-;

C - Current time: 10:25 PM

D - Drink you last had: Vanilla Chai Tea

E - Every day starts with: Waking up perplexed and trying to contemplate what little I can remember of my fleeting dreams, before they slip outta my grasp completely.

F - Favorite song: Tbh, just like with books, films and anime/tv-series, I’m fond of a lot of different varieties of genres of music, and can never really just stick with one sole fave song (from punk-rock, soft rock, indie rock, jazz, hip-hop, r&b, pop, electronic, etc); So for now let’s just say that I’m really digging J-pop/J-rock, RWBY/RvB ost, YYH ost, a mix of several Anime opening/ending themes, 80′s/90′s rock/pop songs, Green Day, etc. ^^;

G - Ghosts, are they real?: Heh, If someone had asked me this years ago, my stubborn smart-ass teenage self would have scoffed and probably would have disputed against this to no end, convinced of the illogicalness of it all. But surprisingly enough, coming from a semi non-religious/agnostic person like myself…..I gotta say: Yes on this one. And I say this for Three reasons. 

The first being, that deep deep down, the mere thought of my consciousness just dissipating into nothingness after death, and losing all sense of self just really really makes me uneasy and overall just really scares the living-shit out of me, on an almost hyperventilating panic-attack kind of level. 

For another, when I was but a mere youngling (around 7-12), we lived in a “supposedly haunted house” (let’s just say that I remember there were times when things def. felt really really off, uneasy, and just plain eerie, the chills down my spine didn’t help either). Who knows maybe growing up with YYH subconsciously helped me not be so damn freaked out about it all, and helped me handle the possibility of it with a bit of grace. lol xD

The last reason, a real personal and selfish one at that, is that deep down, a part of me really wouldn’t mind if the idea of an “afterlife” did hold some real truth to it, mostly cause the thought of meeting up with an old friend of mine that has long since passed from this world, is a rather comforting thought. 

H - Hometown: Back in the day, as a teenager, my friends and classmates would often exaggeratingly refer to it being just: (plain-ass boring), but in reality it was nothing more than a small, quaint, peaceful little town called: Fairfield.  

I - In love with: I’ve always been in love with the art and craft of storytelling; just any and every amazingly well-written / crafted fantastical stories of fiction, in any form of media, whether it be via the written word/books, through anime/web series, TV series, films/movies, videogames, etc. Speaking of which, besides RWBY, I’ve gone and spiraled right back into being in awe of Yu Yu Hakusho, and just how amazing Togashi is at his craft. ^_^

J - Jealous of: Nowadays, nothing really. 

Though the few times I’ve actually felt real envy, were a couple of times as a child …..And the main reason for that was due to the fact that I didn’t have the best childhood, let’s just say that emotional abusement, and domestic house fights all thanks to my super religious Catholic, and overall a pitifully poor excuse of an Aunt who was living with us at the time, obviously didn’t leave me entirely unscathed (hence why I have anxiety problems as well as trust issues, why I used to sometimes have a sorta hard time with religion, struggle with the concept of having faith. But yeah, I guess I’ve sorta made my peace with it all……But back to the matter at hand, that’s why, as a kid, I envied those, whom I presumed must of had a nice, stable and so-called “normal” childhood.

….Yup, though that was indeed a particularly dim time in my life, I’m just glad that Yu Yu Hakusho helped get me through most of that shit, which was nice, well that and the possibility that our old-house was “supposedly haunted” (so yeah, I could sorta relate to Yusuke on some of these levels, which at the time helped me to feel less alone and less of a misfit than I thought I previously was, especially in regards to not having the best or normal living situation, nor the best childhood, and that a team/group of friends was also a real possibility of the word “family”, it’s why I don’t take betrayal lightly and why I value the concept of friendship / loyalty / camaraderie so damn highly, it helped to fill a much needed void). ^^;

The other time I felt a twinge of jealousy were a couple of times during my pre-teens/teenage years (mostly for stupid silly little reasons), like feeling a bit insecure about my place in certain friendships, but being reassured later on that I wasn’t being replaced, or overlooked. (like I said it was stupid). ^^;

N - Number of siblings: None, I am an only child.

O - One wish: I wish could have gone about things a little bit differently in the past….. So many things that were left unsaid, things I didn’t realize back then that I had taken for granted or should have appreciated more. 

Oh, and let’s not forget the stupid, silly, face-palming moments I had as an adolescent that still haunt me/make me slightly cringe from embarrassment to this day; some I’m willing to accept and can even look fondly back on …..but, there are a few stupid moments (things I’ve said that had slightly hurt others) were I wish I could just go back in time and slap myself upside the head for, or at least take back and erase all together). -__-;

But in all seriousness, there is one thing I really wish for. Remember that old friend of mine that I mentioned a while back in this post…..well, it’s been about 8 years give or take since they passed away from cancer, I was 19 when it happened, and I know I’ve made my peace with that ages ago, but there are still times I really wish I hadn’t taken those moments with my friend for granted; looking back I really wish I had taken the time to really appreciate it all a lot more.

My old friend was the type of person who said they considered themselves as “obnoxious” (which always left me rather perplexed and made me raise an eyebrow skeptically at them in response; I never once considered them as obnoxious, I mean stubborn sure, optimistic and always trying to look for the good in any situation as well as an incredibly kind and gentle soul, for damn sure, quick-witted, wise, with a brilliant mind when it came to arithmetic and science most definitely (something I really respected, admired and even left me a little in awe with how natural and easily these two subjects came for them, considering I can’t even solve a sudoku puzzle to save my life, that’s how bad me and math don’t mix lol), was incredibly open-minded (a trait I always had but later became even more reinforced and ingrained into my psyche in thanks to them) even though they were religiously devoted and faithful to a tee (something I still struggle with from time to time but have long since their passing, semi changed my perspective on), something which used to cause us to butt heads here and there, was a massive Star Wars, Lord of Rings / Tolkien, and Firefly fan, was real fond of the color green and Tigger from Winnie the Pooh (hence their fave TTFN aka Ta Ta For Now farewell they’d give), was the type to give the best out of the blue bear-hugs, was someone whom like myself really loved the rain (used to say that they considered it quite cleansing to the soul) was the person who first introduced me to the wonders of Tea, was a bright light in my life that helped healed the scars and broken remnants that remained from my really messed childhood, was someone I greatly admired as well as respected, and was maybe even a little more of a playful dork than I could ever wish to be (I mean, for fuck’s sake, we used to have actual poke-wars and keep tabs of who was winning). lol xD  

But never, never did I once think that they were annoying or obnoxious.

……..I just wish it could have occurred to me at the time to have told them that face to face (back when there was still time), and reassured them otherwise, I mean looking back at it now, in hindsight, it was obviously something they were always a little insecure about and just played it off half-jokingly, something I never even realized till now, and It kinda twinges/tugs at my heartstrings a bit (in regret) that it just never really occurred to my stupid, oblivious, teenage self back then to have told them otherwise. 

I just hope that deep down my dear old friend knew how much we cared, how much they really mattered to us in the end, as well as how deeply and sorely they’re still missed (cause not a day goes by where I don’t think of them). But most importantly, I hope they knew that they were someone I was real damn proud to consider and call: Friend. :’)

P - Person you last texted: My Mom

Q - Questions you’re always asked: Besides the typical, “What’s up?” or “How are you?” lol xD…. Lately it’s been things like: What are your thoughts / speculations on what’s to come for the latest season of RWBY and the like, which is nice, considering the hiatus we’re currently on. ^-^

S - Song last sung: More like hummed; I had that damn catchy Level E Opening Theme song stuck in my head a few nights ago, and ended up humming it whilst in the shower. lol x)

T -Time you woke up: 6:00 A.M. 

U - Underwear color: Black and White.

V - Vacation destination: Japan would be pretty cool. :D

W - Worst habits: Besides my bouts of indecisiveness, speaking fast when I’m nervous, and insomnia from time to time as well as coffee being my vice? o.o 

Hmm - Welp, let’s see….I can be a real worry-wart, and have a bad-habit to unnecessarily over-think and mull over even the littlest things, especially over past or upcoming situations (I can thank my anxiety/social anxiety for that one).

I also have a really hard time when it comes to opening-up/baring my soul aka letting others get too emotionally close to me. Rest assured, I’m not proud of it, but it seems like keeping to myself or keeping others at arm’s length seems to be my go-to comfort-zone / coping mechanism when it comes to avoiding getting hurt, and what’s worse, if it get’s really bad, I tend to do this subconsciously and pull away or distant myself emotionally for a bit, especially on harder days, when I’m more susceptible towards my depression, which really really fucking sucks cause if there’s one thing I really value rather highly, it’s the concept of loyalty / friendship / camaraderie a great deal.

....And it’s not like I want to deliberately push people away, the problem is that over the years it has manifested itself as a goddamn reflex, hence it being one of my more worse bad habits that I sometimes still find myself struggling with at times (and it doesn’t help that as an introvert, I prefer to really enjoy time on my own / quiet moments to myself a lot more). 

Tch, I’m starting to sound like a loner / lone wolf here. -____-;

....Either way, I guess I gotta thank my fucking social anxiety/apathy/depression and overall past trust-issues for this one as well. *sigh* Trust me, I know I have issues, and if this affects you in anyway, just know that it ain’t nothing personally against you, I know/am well aware that I’m the damn problem.  -__-;

X - X-rays you’ve had: Dental X-rays when going to the Dentist, but yeah that’s it really (never broken a bone in my life). ^^;

Y - Your favorite food: I’m actually really partial to: Italian and Chinese food, though I’m always down for doing a small cook-out/grill out once and awhile. 

Z - Zodiac sign: Western Zodiac (Leo) / Chinese Zodiac (Sheep/Ram).

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