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Adrian-
She's playing porn. She's actually fucking playing porn on the phone I bought for her. Porn.
How can she be so petty even when she's so far away? Okay, she's actually twenty minutes away, but my point is that she's petty.
And I fucking like that. I like it. What is wrong with me? What is she doing to me? I get fucking happy everytime she wants to hug me. I'm going mad.
It makes me feel like shit for kidnapping her.
And I don't fucking kidnap people. It's always a fucking bullet in their head. But Anna fucked it all up because her adoptive parents like Bailey. I see where she's coming from, especially after her brother was shot, and it's even worse that she blames herself for it.
She wouldn't want to hurt her parents once again with Bailey's death.
But now, Bailey's making me feel fucking guilty. I don't feel guilty. I haven't felt guilty in four fucking years. And then she comes along and changes every fucking thing, and makes my fucking heart flutter everytime she's around me.
God, I'm turning into Blake. Not completely though, because he's a damn simp for everything Anna does. He cannot stop talking about her. Just get married already. The only thing missing is a ring on her finger. They've done everything else married couples do.
Except have kids of course.
I'm not sure how I'd cope if Blake and Anna brought fucking kids over. Kids are so much fucking work, and the little fucks don't even pay us for all that we do for them. They cry too much, and need too much attention.
I could never. I'd rather be dead than ever handle a fucking kid. "Adrian, save me!" I hear Blake's voice whimper through the door. "Send me off to kill an army of men. Fuck, send me to a stampede, but please fucking save me."
"Are you... okay?" I ask, slightly confused. "Bro, if you ran out of condoms and Anna wants to fuck you right now... you know she's on birth control right? Don't tell me she got off birth control! I don't want kids running around! Then I won't be able to curse! Fuck, Blake, why did you run out of condoms?!" I grab his shoulders and shake him. "Why?!"
"No... it's fucking worse!" He cries.
"What could be worse and a pregnant and moody Anna? And then damn kids afterwards?"
"Bailey wants me to teach her how to drive."
"Oh, mierda! That's fucking horrible Blake. Do you need therapy, because I'm open-"
"No! I can't teach her, dude. You gotta teach her."
"Blake, how could you sacrifice your best friend?!"
"Adrian, it's a matter of life and death!"
"You'd rather have me die?" How could he?
"Baby, are you- Whoa, am I walking in on some bromance or like... Should I leave?" Anna gives us a perplexed look.
"Bailey asked Blake if he could teach her how to drive," I explain. "And he wants me to go! Does he not care about his best friend anymore?! What has the world come to?!"
"Y'all are dramatic asses. My baby Bailey ain't gonna hurt no one," She rolls her eyes and shrugs it off. Oh, she hasn't been in a car with her yet. She's a mess. "You guys are too hard on her."
"I nearly died in the car with her! She has the attention span of a goldfish," I argue.
"Pfft, what do you know about goldfish!"
"More than you do. I knew a person who had a goldfish."
"What happened to that person now?"
"Well, turns out he was a pedophile. I shot him."
"Good riddance," Anna nods approvingly. "What was his name?"
"John... I forget the fucking last name. He's that bald white dude who wears Polo all the time."
"Ah, right. John Bird. What happened to his daughter?" She asks, as she takes a seat on Blake's lap. Blake is sitting on the bar stool. My poor bar stool has been scarred.
"Her mom took her in, but the girl killed herself," I explain. It was a fucking tragedy. Her fucking father had traumatized her so damn much that she took her own life. This world is filled with fucked up people.
I remember I wanted to be a Fed when I grew up. That was until my life took a turn for the worst. But I'm still doing what I wanted. I kill bad guys, but the only difference is that I'm a bad guy too now.
I guess it's not all bad. There isn't paperwork. I would take forever to fill that shit in.
My phone vibrates, and I flip it out. There's a message. The emoji has a girl and the middle finger next to it, so it's obviously Bailey. She texted me, so I call her.
"Dude, stop calling me when I'm at work," She hisses through the phone. "What do you want?"
"You texted me, and I didn't get to read it. So I just called you."
"Oh, I was asking if you enjoyed the porn." I can almost see the smirk forming on her face. "Did you watch it? Or were you a saint and did you close your eyes? Because I called the police as well."
"You didn't! I was watching it the whole- Ah shit."
"I knew you couldn't take your eyes off it. Your dirty child," She laughs. "Ah shit, gotta go. My asshole of a manager is walking by."
"Bye."
"Bye."
"So, you guys are dating already?" Anna smirks as Blake toys with her scrunchie that was once holding her wild black hair together. Like I said, he's a simp for her.
"No, there's nothing between us." Especially when we hug... No stop. It's not even romantic. It's friendly. Friends hug all the time. It's normal.
"Please, I can already see the biology between you two," Blake scoffs. Anna taps his shoulder lovingly.
"Baby, it's chemistry, not biology."
"Oh. Well, that's embarrassing," He laughs awkwardly, and Anna kisses him on his forehead. Great, they're at it again. "Adrian, Bailey said to pick her up at six. But I'm already preoccupied. It's the shortest night of the year, so we need to start early."
"Blake I..." I mean, I'm not complaining. It'd be great to go pick up that crackhead from work. But I mean... they're sad because it's the shortest night of the year? I don't know what to fucking say.
I proceed to run away because they've already gotten started and I don't want to be around when they start stripping. And I need to cleanse my entire mansion afterwards.
Why can't they do this in their own mansion? Does it have to be fucking mine? They have a larger indoor pool than mine, they can have better quality pool sex. But no! It has to be fucking mine.
I leave my mansion, giving them maximum room to fuck in, and get into my Blue Ford, which isn't my best car, but Bailey likes it, so I guess I'll take it.
It's currently still five, so I have an hour until her shift ends. So that means I can go inside and talk to her. I start my car, and drive off. My mind starts wandering towards Bailey.
She's such a crackhead. But she's such a fucking cute crackhead, it's driving me crazy. Everytime she laughs, or everytime she smiles, it makes me want to kiss her. But we're fucking friends and I don't think she feels the same way about me.
I kidnapped her for fuck's sake. As far as I'm concerned, she just wants to get out of here and get own life. She doesn't want me.
And who am I to fucking judge? Even Ava fucking left me for some asshat, who also didn't know she had a boyfriend. But it doesn't hurt me anymore. Nothing hurts me anymore, because everything's already hurt me too much.
I remain unfazed at every fucking racist insult they throw at me, and at every hurtful thing they tell me. I'm damn well used to it by now, and I don't fucking care.
All I care about as of now is getting to Bailey and exchanging cute insults and buying some books from the bookstore she's working at.
I pull into a parking spot, and enter the shop. It's a Barnes and Nobles bookstore. I mean, I'm not complaining, it's mesmerizing to look at all the books and admire their covers.
I spot Bailey's blonde hair and approach her. But my mood instantly darkens when I see the fucking bruise under her eye and the pack of ice she's holding against it. "Adrian... I was just about to-"
"Who fucking did that?"
"Stop, it's okay. I fell on a wall." She fell on a wall? That's the lamest fucking excuse I've heard.
"Who fucking did that?"
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a/n: well, i'm too tired to say much. it's like 11:43 and I should be under my covers READING not writing, but oh well. i just love you all so much â¥ï¸
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