Well, I'm dead.
But I'm getting ahead of the story, let me tell you how I got here in the first place, shall I?
It all started that very fateful day at school when her eyes met mine, I couldn't help shy away from them as they were so incredibly perfect.
Then to my surprise, her father WANTED ME DEAD!
Again, I'm getting ahead of the story, so let me take you back a couple of months before all this.
In bio sits this gorges-looking girl, I mean flawless.
Blonde hair, ruby-red lips, and eyes that'll put you in a trance like a hypnotist.
I mean I was legit falling for her.
It wasn't until our little bump into the hallway that we really looked at each other.
With her eyes settled on mine, I knew there was something I liked about her it wasn't until that fateful night when she told me the truth" As she had walked me to her car that day after school that afternoon, looking at her 1990s Chevy I thought to myself "I've gotten a girl that I know'll keep it real with me, and that's just by seeing her car, how anticlimactic is that?
" So as we drive off to her house we are greeted by her doorman, James, so as James escorted us into the foyer he offered to take my coat and I gladly agreed to let him.
As we entered the house I saw this muscular-looking man and his bread-stick looking of a wife come down the grand stairway to greet me, both at the tip of my foot making eye contact as if they want to integrate me or something (which no doubt that they would've) I shook his hand in a polite manner while I kissed her cheek and they were so welcoming (unlike my parents).
We walk straight into the formal living room, it's all decked out with a crystal chandelier, marble flooring, and black leather L-shaped couches.
I now feel that this is where I'm meant to be or, so I thought.
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Later that night we headed to the grand dining room for dinner where we shoot the shit and he discusses my future plan with me into asked me what I wanted out of high school, I told him that I wanted a well-paying job, six-figure, 9-5, a multimillion-dollar company, that I can one day call my own.
In other words, I want to be an entrepreneur.
You know, like my father does (lying straight through my teeth about my family but anything to get the girl I want) As we finish up and go into the study for a man-to-man conversation about entrepreneurship that's when it all happened.
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that's when he started screaming at the top of his lungs "YOU'RE NO FUCKING GOOD FOR MY DAUGHTER, YOU THINK I'M HERE TO BELIEVE THAT SOBB-STORY ABOUT YOU WANTING TO RUN YOUR OWN COMPANY AND HOPES THAT TO MARRY MY DAUGHTER?
WHAT A JOKE YOU ARE!
I'VE MET GUYS LIKE YOU AND FROM MY EXPERIENCE IT NEVER ENDS WELL!
" and here I thought it was going to be drinks and business but instead it was yelling and screaming from the start, but wait let me tell you how I got here.
We (after that) lived on happily, went to church, got married in secret, and hit it off from their but that's when.
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DISASTER STRUCK!
Her father crashed it to the point where her mother, his own wife had suffered a concussion and then, later on, died on their way to Boston, MA how fucked up is that?
" So as you can see I remember everything.
So that begs the question 'AM I STILL ALIVE?