I swallow loudly at the sound of his voice while my hands begin to sweat as I hear his heavy breathing behind me.
Jason.
[memories]
20/10/2019
I reach out to the boy in front of me, trying to appear as welcoming as possible, like my sister asked me to do.
"You can call me Channelle ." - I whisper in front of his annoyed gaze, while he looks at me haughtily from above, moving his gaze from my eyes to my hand stretched in his direction.
My sister said that her fiance's family was a family of good people, but the man in front of me, with his charcoal hair and the small metal ring that crosses the corner of his lower lip, doesn't give the impression of being a decent person, but I try a smile when he finally opens his mouth:
"Jason."
[end memories]
I knew I would see him again someday, no matter how much I try to hide in my bedroom every time this asshole comes to my house with his brother and his parents.
Instead of turning in his direction, I stare straight into Bartol 's eyes in front of me, as I picture him behind me, looking at my tiny back with his damned honey eyes.
Even if distant, I can feel his giant body in all its height close to me, with the reliefs of its muscles visible, even if probably covered by one of his banal black shirts, combined with the color of his hair.
His tufts are made of a charcoal black, even though they are always messy on his forehead.
I know what this bastard is like.
I don't need to look at him or give him my attention, especially after the way he left me for that whore of his new girlfriend.
A mixture of anger and disappointment begins to invade me, so much that the blood boils in my veins when he finally decides to open his mouth:
"What the fuck is she doing here ?!"
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