Ch-13 ★Gravity

[Aulaura]

Bulker’s Factory, Avenue Park

The man’s hand slithered up my shirt, stopping right at my neck. A cool, cold blade was pressed against my neck. Slowly the blade was dug into my neck, beads of blood slid down my throat.

A startled gasp escaped my mouth. My heart hammered against my chest in a painful manner, leaving me breathless and suffocated.

Were they going to kill me? What did I do? Why was this happening?

I tried moving away but I couldn’t. The man held me so still. He had his hands painfully pressed into my spine.

The other two men were grinning like street dogs who had found a piece of flesh in the dumps.

I felt tears well up in my eyes. They were threating to break lose any moment. One wrong move and the blade would dig into neck cutting off my vitals hence ending my life.

The blade traced my neck in tortuously slow manner as my neck burned in pain. If they wanted to kill why make go through so much torture. Just cut my throat and get it over with it.

Suddenly the rusted, red door flew open, catching the attention of the men. Instantly the man holding me dropped the blade to the side and pushed me, causing me tumble forward. To save myself from the fall, I placed my palms forward causing them to tear open and bleed profusely.

Ignoring the pain, I looked up to see who had entered.

It was him. I should have figured it out. I should have known. Other than him, who else would pull off something like this?

I don’t know if I should feel relieved or scared because I know for a fact that he would never kill me as long as he needs me. But that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t hurt me.

Hunter, his thin lips were curled up into a smile, a smile that made my chest hide into a cage of fear. Long, brown hair was scattered on his bare shoulder. He was wearing nothing other than a pair of jet black jeans. I gulped; his chest was bare, showing a rippling group of abs. He sure was packed for a skinny guy. Imagine how good of fighter he is.

Hunter walked over to me, his long legs taking big strides. He kneeled down me in front of me, taking the tips of my fingers and lifting me up from the ground. I tried resisting but he had a strong hold on me.

He turned my palms, examining the damage with a frown. 

What did he want from me? Why did he bring me here?  

He pressed his thumb on my wounds; I closed my eyes as the scar fizzled in pain.

“I told you to be gentle with her. I trained you guys better,” He spoke. My eyes snapped open.  He was talking to the men.

It makes sense now. These men were his pals from the gang. How in the world did they manage to get hired in the Innovation? I thought the Innovation had a tight hiring system.

“I have hidden sources in your very own house,” he wasn’t lying when he had said that.

They hung their heads low. The man who had been holding me, flashed me a lustful grin. Half of his frontal teeth were missing.

A cringe escaped my body.

“Make sure this doesn’t happen when you hunt her down the next time,” There will be a next time? My eyes widened as I raised my head to stare at Hunter. What is he planning to do with me?

His piercing honey colored eyes gave me threatening stare, scaring the air out of me. “Well, nice to see you,” He let go my hands letting them dropped to the side.

“Why did you bring me here?” I managed to choke out.

He furrowed his eyebrows together, a crease separating them. “I didn’t bring you here,” A victorious smile overtook his face. “You came here all by yourself,”

“I don’t get it. What do you want me from me now? You told me you love-“In an instant, his face contorted into an angry expression.  He grabbed my arm, pulling it behind my back. He pushed me into the pillar. The iron nails stuck in the pillar ripped my filmy shirt apart and dug deep into my back.

I groaned in pain as I collapsed onto the ground feeling a stream of blood run down my back. He sat down beside me, leaning forward. “Don’t mention that ever again,” He growled. “Or else you’ll regret having a mouth,”

I took a sharp intake of air, letting out a small whimper.

 “Got it?”

I nodded my head, tears stinging in my eyes.

Satisfied with my response, He leaned back propping his elbows up in his lap.  

“Now the matter of business,” He held up his hand, motioning his men to leave. They rushed out of the factory like scared cockroaches. The blonde haired took my duffel bag with him.

“Is she seeing anyone?”

“What do you mean?” I murmured.

“Is there any other man romantically involved with her?” His tan skin, turned slightly red. I couldn’t figure if he was angry or he was blushing? Either way I felt nausea take over me. I wanted to get away from him. How could a man like him be loved? What did Sam see in him? Did Sam even love him?

I shook my head.

“You aren’t lying?” He narrowed his piercing yellow eyes.

“Why would I?”

He huffed. “Of course why would you lie to me?” He pointed his thin, long finger in my direction. “Just make sure she doesn’t date any guy or gets close to any other man. As for matter, make sure no man touches her,”

I gave him a bewildered look. “I can’t do that!”

His hands flew to my face, fingertips tracing my jaw causing me to snap my mouth shut. “I really don’t want to hurt you,” He locked his eyes with mine, edging towards me.  

His face was inches away from mine. “But you’re not giving me choice,” He gripped my jaw tightly making me wince in pain.

I wanted to scream out for my bloody life. I bit down on my lips till a rusty taste entered my mouth.

“You will do as I say if you value your life.” He moved closer. His nose was touching mine.  I didn’t like having him this close “You do want to live right?” His hot breath washed over my face.

“Ye-yes,” I breathed out.

“Then do as I say,”

“Oh-oo..Okay,”

“That’s more like it,” he loosened his hold on my jaw. A relieved sigh escaped my mouth.

He straightened himself, his tall body hovering over mine. I felt my pulse return to normal as he walked away from me, his back facing me.

“She’s spending too much time with that curly haired boy. That bastard had his filthy hands all over her. I want him out of her life,” He held his hands in a tight fist. The veins were protruding out of the skin. His shoulder blades were hiked up in a stiff stance.

Who was he talking about? Which curly haired boy? I only one that means he’s talking about “Matthew,” I whispered.

 Sam would hang out with him after the classes.  I didn’t know those two were getting –close? I should have figured it out through that love-struck look on Sam’s face whenever she mentioned him.

He turned to face me, his eyes burning with fury. “I don’t care about his name. I just don’t want to see him anywhere near her,”

I cowered in fear, gripping the pillar with my nails.

“If I see him by her side then you aren’t going to like it,” The tone of his voice chilled my spine.

How in the world was I supposed do that?

Without waiting for an answer he walked out, slamming the door behind himself. I waited for the hollow sound of Hunter’s footsteps to disappear. Soon the deserted factory was lounged into an eerie silence.

He was gone.

I wrapped my hand around my bare arms. What had I gotten myself into?

I tried standing, the pain in my back increasing with each and every I step I took.

 “Ah-urgh,” I groaned as I pushed the door open. My back was on fire. It felt as though someone had taken a hammer and was grinding a nail inside my spine, breaking it apart.

Tears spilled out of my eyes making a stream down my face. It hurt so badly. I couldn’t even call anyone, that blond guy had taken my duffel-bag.

I didn’t have any money either. Damn it.

Why did I even get into this mess? I’m so deep in this shit there is no way I can get out of it, the only option being kicking Sam out of my life.

I can’t-won’t do that. Not in a million years. I brought her into my life and now I must learn to work with the trouble that had come with her. I’m scared to admit but I’ve grown attached to her. Attachment is such a cruel thing, once this bond is formed. It can never be broken.

I just wish she would tell about her past with Hunter.

Another jolt of pain shot through my back as I walked past the barbed wire gates surrounding the factory.

How the hell was I going to get out of here? Avenue Park is one of the most unsafe parts of London. The crime rates of this place hit the sky over here.

I scanned my surrounding. There were many other abandoned the factories surrounding me; shoe factories, water-tank factories and many more I couldn’t even keep track.

The streets filled with huge potholes lay empty. Occasionally few dangerous looking men would pass by me on their bikes.

I limped towards the left side, carefully making my way through the broken sidewalk. The sun was beginning to set in a distance. The light was disappearing as the sky darkened causing terror to seize me and gnaw its claw in my mind.

I wish I had listened to my father when he wanted to get me a full-time bodyguard. He was constantly worried about me saying that it was unsafe for a millionaire’s daughter to roam around without protection.

But being my stubborn self I had strictly refused, saying that I wouldn’t have any privacy and I won’t be able to enjoy my life like a normal teen. 

Bitch, I won’t have any of it if I get murdered or something.

The darkness was disturbing me. I felt my heart beats speed up. I just hope I get home safe and sound.

I couldn’t even walk with my back hurting so badly. Dread settled itself inside my chest. Will I even make it back?

I found myself crying, tear fell out of my eyes, leaving a hot trail behind.

 Sheesh this is not the best time to cry. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand.

The sun had set behind the horizon, suspending the entire area in pitch black darkness. The streets-light were barely of any use.

Anything could jump out of the dark, a rapist, a murder, psychopath –anyone.

As soon as that thought entered my mind, a tall shadow appeared in front of me. The person was walking towards me, the taps of his/her shoes echoing through the dead night. 

I held my breath.

The darkness cleared, I was able to make out the persons face in the sparse light from the streetlamps.

I almost screamed out of joy when realized who the person was.

Jay.

He had his leather jacket slung lazily across his shoulder. His features glowed in the yellow light. The stubble along his jaw seemed sharper than before. His hands were stuffed into the pockets of his jacket.

Thump thump what was that? I placed my hand on my chest. Thump thump.

This feeling, it was growing stronger. My heart was beating faster than usual but it wasn’t from fear. Why was it behaving this way?

He hadn’t noticed me yet, he seemed lost in thought. With each step he took towards me, I felt this strange feeling inside my stomach grow stronger. It amplified. It felt as though there was this fire inside stomach, burning away fear and in its smoke raised confused thoughts.

I just stared at him rooted to my spot feeling lost.

What was happening?

He was staring at the ground as he walked. I wanted him to look up just so I could see his warm, brown eyes which were like my vessels of comfort and safety. I wanted to fall asleep staring into those eyes.

I wanted to fall into his arms and stay there forever.

Why? - I don’t know.

He walked past me, his arms brushing against mine. A small amount of warmth radiated out into my arm, sending my heart into overload.

This is crazy.

Just then his eyes snapped towards me. They widened at my sight.

There we stood side by side staring at each other. I was lost, scared. He was shocked and worried.

He quickly recovered from his shock. He shook his head ever so slightly, sending strands of black hair splashing across his forehead.

He turned around to stand in front of me. “What are you doing here?” I couldn’t ignore the fear in voice, the faint tremble of his hands as he held my arms.

“I was-“I was interrupted by a sharp jolt of pain in my back. A loud gasp escaped my mouth as I stumbled forward, falling into him.

He supported me with his arms wrapped around my waist. Concern entwined itself with his striking features. “Are you alright? What happened? Did someone hurt you?”

He held me close, protected by the cage of his arms. I felt safe and sound. I liked this feeling. I liked the subtle smell of hiscologne. I liked having him close by my side

“I’m fine,” I said as I tried standing properly.  Another jolt of pain shot through my back.

I groaned, gripping his arm tightly, my nails digging into his brown leather jacket.

“Yah right, I see how fine you are,” He retorted, steadying me with a gentle hand. “I’m taking you to the hospital,”

I can’t go to the hospital, no-way. Dad he’ll find out the Hunter incident and then he’ll keep me in some highly guarded locker or something like that.

“I’m okay, just little hurt-” He didn’t let me finish. He wound his arms around my knees, lifting me off the ground bridal style.

My entire side was pressed against his chest. I blushed feeling heat rush towards my cheeks. My heart was beating so fast that I feared I might have a heart attack.

“Jay, put me down,”

“No,” There was a firm expression on his face as he looked straight ahead. Something told me he wouldn’t change his mind no-matter what.

“Fine,” I huffed, wounding my arms around his neck. I tried ignoring the bubble of joy bursting in my stomach.

 His face broke out into a bright smile. I loved it when he smiled. “Now that’s more like it,”

“Whatever,” I muttered trying to ignore the strange feelings occupying me. “But don’t take me to the hospital, please.”

He looked down on at me, a frown covered his lips. “You’re hurt,”

“I know but if my dad finds about this I’ll be in shit load of trouble,”

He chewed the inside of cheeks, looking a bit weary. “This isn’t right,”

“Please,” I saw a flicker of conflict in his eyes.

He gave in, letting a resigned sigh escape his mouth. “I won’t but I have one condition,” His eyes stared into mine. There were large piles of concern drifting through them. He was worried about me. He cared for me. That felt strangely good.

“What?”

I dreaded the answer.

“You tell me what happened,”

I bit down on the corners of my lips. Should I drag him into this? I needed help. I couldn’t handle this by myself. Would it be right if I got Jay involved?

 “Okay,” I sighed.

~*~*~*~

Oceanic Enclave, East side, London

Since I wouldn’t go to the hospital, Jay had brought me to his apartment.  He had carried me all the way to his apartment. I got several envious stares from the ladies working here especially from the mad receptionist. I’m pretty sure the receptionist is planning my murder. She looked like she was going to eat me raw with her bare teeth, ouch.  

Jay let me stand in front of the door, supporting me with one arm as he fished his pocket for the keys.

Pulling out a pair of sliver keys, he inserted them into the slot under the handle.

The door flew open. I walked in with Jay’s arm wound around my back. He held onto to me carefully, afraid that I might fall if he loosened his hold. I don’t know why but I liked having full-attention. Gosh, I sound so conceited.

His eyes never left mine as he helped me walk inside his contemporary styled living room.

Wherever his arms touched my body, I felt my skin burn with this strange sensation. I liked this sensation. It sent my heart into overflow.

The living room was lighted by a bright, white light. The gray draperies had been pulled apart letting the moon’s light into the room. There were two gray loveseats and one black leather sofa. On the glass table in front of the sofa, a porcelain vase held a bunch of welted sunflowers.

For a moment, the memory from the last time I came here entered my mind. I shook my head trying to get rid of those images. Jay’s furious face flashed in front of my eyes. Under all that angry I could see the hurt in his light brown eyes.

The touch of Jay’s arm broke the trance I had been set in. He picked me up, bridal style as he started walking down the hall.

“I can walk,” I muttered into chest as I tried hiding my blush. “You don’t have to carry me around like this,”

“You take too much time,” He scoffed, cradling me higher in his arms.

“Well sorry for the trouble. My back is hurting too damn much for me to walk,” I shot back.

“It wouldn’t be so much trouble if you weren’t so heavy,” He teased me, smiling slightly.

I feigned hurt, punching his arm lightly. “You just called me fat,”

“Mhm,” He furrowed his eyebrows together. “I don’t remember calling you fat,”

“Jay!” I whined, trying to look angry. “You always do that to me,”

There was an innocent smile on his lips. “Do what?”

“You mock me so much,” I muttered, dryly.

“But I just love the reaction’s you give,” my heart skipped a beat. Love, he loved something about me. God, why was this such big deal to me?

We entered the kitchen. He placed me on the cold granite counter, removing his arm from my legs. He walked to the cabinets.  I watched him shuffle in between the white, plywood cabinets. He pulled open the drawer and brought out a plastic box with a red cross on it.

“Show me your hands,” He ordered, taking a seat on the black stool in front of the counter.

He opened up the box to next to my thigh, revealing its contents.

I hesitantly held out my hands. Looking into my eyes, he carefully took my hands, turning them over so the palms would be facing him. This jittery feeling took control of me as he examined the damage. There was a frown on his face. It didn’t suit him. The frown weighed down on his handsome features.

“How did you get so hurt?” He asked, looking up from my palms. There was a confused look on his face. His eyebrows were bundled up together.

“I-I” I bit the corner of my lips. Should I tell him the truth? I can’t. I don’t want to drag him into this. I may need his help but I’m not going to selfish and burden him with the mess I’ve made.

“I fell-“my mind wasn’t helping me find a proper excuse. “tripped on a rock-“

“Seriously?” Incredulity covered his face. “I want the truth Aulaura,” There was firm expression on his face as he stared at my face. I wanted hide from his scrutinizing stare. It was as if he could see right through me like a transparent sheet of plastic.

“I don’t want to drag you into this,” I answered honestly.

“I don’t care,” He gripped my wrists. “I want to know,”

“Why?” I whispered. Why did he care? It wasn’t making any sense. Nothing was.

“It has to do with Hunter, Right?” he didn’t answer my question.

I nodded my head.

“I told you he isn’t the right kind of guy. You should stay away from him,” Why was he so worried about me?

“I know,” I looked down at his hands holding onto my wrist. “But he won’t leave me alone,”

With tips of fingers, he lifted my chin. “What’s going on?

“I don’t know. He and Sam they’ve shared some sort of past which I don’t have a clue about. He told me that he loves Sam and he wants me to make sure that she doesn’t gets close to any other guy. He wants Matthew to stay away from her. If I don’t do that then he’ll try to hurt me,” I finished in one breath.

Jay stayed silent for a moment. Picking up a cotton swab, he dipped it into the foul smelling antiseptic liquid, wiping away the blood from hands.

Without looking at me, he spoke. “You should tell the police about this,”

“I can’t,” I whispered.

He eyes snapped towards my direction. He was angry; his smooth, pale skin was now literally glowing with a red tint. “Are you crazy? That guy is after your life. If you won’t tell the police then I will,”

“Please don’t do that Jay,” I gripped shoulders, my eyes widening slightly. This isn’t good. I can’t have him do something reckless. “It’ll get Sam into trouble,”

His anger grew; his brown eyes were stirring with nerve wrecking rage.  “You’re willing to risk your life for that girl! What are you a saint?”

A nervous laugh escaped my mouth. “I’m not a saint, Jay. It’s because of my own selfish reason I don’t want Sam to go to jail. I need her. She’s like a sister to me. She’s the only person who understands me. If she goes to jail, I’ll never forgive myself,” I was on the verge of tears.

Jay noticed this, his expression softened. “You’re risking your life,”

“Hunter would never kill me,” My voice dripped to lower tone. “Because as long as he needs me he won’t kill me,”

“But still, He’s a dangerous man,” His voice was laced with concern. Even his eyes looked worried...for me. “If he ever tries something with you, I want you to tell me. Understood?”

I nodded my head, the corner of mouth twitching upwards into smile.

He pulled out a white, sterile roll of bandages. After applying some ointment, he wrapped the bandage around my hand. Then he did the same for the other hand.

I watched him with a smile gliding across my lips. He looked innocently cute as struggled with the bandages, trying to make sure the scars were covered.

This giddy feeling took control of my stomach. I wanted to fly to the heavens above I felt so strangely happy.

He looked up from my hands, his eyes snapping towards the wound on my neck. “He tortured you so badly,” He couldn’t hide the anger in his voice. “I swear I’ll show him how to behave...” I could literally see smoke erupting from his nostrils.

“Calm down,” I placed my hand on his shoulder. “I’ll figure something out. Until then don’t get yourself in trouble,”

“Right,” He exhaled, his chest fell under the white, V-neck shirt he was wearing. I could see his muscular chest under the shirt.

He got up from the chair as I withdrew my hand from his shoulder. He stood in between my legs, his eyes staring intently at the cut on my neck. I felt my heart thud violently at our proximity while my stomach churned in hauntingly flustering manner.

He applied ointment on the cut with small cotton swab, his slow breath washing over my neck, leaving a ticklish feeling behind. I could smell his cologne . I just wanted to close my eyes and sink into him, fall into his arms and stay there forever.

Up-close his features were even more refined and gorgeous. How can a guy look so amazingly beautiful? His long, black lashed framed his ever so enticing brown eyes. An edgy stubble traced his manly, square jawed face. His hair, they put the night sky to shame. I’m sure the night sky had shed some tears because it wasn’t as dark as his hair.  His lips, ah, there were so full and perfect. I wanted do nothing more than capture them. Whoa-woah, Aulaura...What are you thinking? This isn’t right?

Jay cleared his throat; there was a haughty smirk on his face. I hadn’t noticed when he had finished bandaging my neck.  “If you’re done checking me out, I need to fix up your back,”

I blushed scarlet, feeling embarrassingly flustered. “I wasn’t checking you out,” I lowered my eyes.

“Yah-yah that’s what they all say,” He crossed him arms over his chest.

I stuck my tongue out at him. “Jerk,”

“Immature,” he retorted, rolling his eyes.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “I’m not immature,”

“Um yes you are,”

“No,”

“Yes,”

“Nah-uh,”

“Uh-hah,”

“Uh-hah,”

“Nah-uh,”

“Got you,” I yelled lifting my hands above my head. Suddenly a sharp jolt of pain escaped my back.

I groaned, shutting my eyes tightly.

“Aura, are you okay? “Jay asked, frantically. He quickly rushed to other side of the counter. He stood behind me.

“My back-“ I gasped, touching my back. I felt something wet come in contact with my fingers.

I brought my hand forward, looking at them. My eyes widened at what I saw. My hands were soaked in blood. I felt nausea wash over me.

“Jay,” I breathed out, horrified by the amount of blood in my hands.

“Your shirt is soaked in blood,” Jay answered, his voice wavered heavily. “I’m lifting you T-shirt, is that okay?”

I nodded my head, feeling his fingers reach for the corners of my shirt. I bit down on my lips as my heart beat increased erratically. His fingers were near my waist. My body burned at his touch, demanding more. I closed my eyes, enjoying the bizarre feeling. This is wrong on so many levels that I can’t even comprehend.

There was this strange hesitation in his touch as he lifted my shirt. My shirt began hiking up my stomach, leaving it bare in plain sight. He stopped; he didn’t lift the shirt any further. If he had lifted it one more bit then my bra would have been on display.

I was thankful for his decency.

His fingers ran down my back as my breathing hitched. My breaths became raspy. God, my whole back was alight, not in pain but in that odd sensation.

He applied the cool ointment into the wound on my back, it hurt slightly. “The cut is really deep. It’ll take some time to heal,” His voice hoarse and strained.

His left hand reached for the large roll of bandage. He wrapped it around my waist and up my back. His fingers brushed against my stomach, leaving me breathless.

My chest rose and fell in a fast manner as he wound the bandages around my waist, occasionally his hands would rub against my stomach sending all my sense buzzing with excitement. He finished bandaging my back, tucking in the stay piece in the upper part of my back. I could hear him washing his hands in the sink, the water rushing out of the tap.

I heard his footstep walking to my front-side. I quickly opened my eyes, feeling somewhat dazed. He stopped in front to me.

“Yah, you’re done,” He scratched the back of his awkwardly. He didn’t meet my eyes.

“Mhm I guess,” I folded my hands into my lap. “I should get going,”

I tried getting off the counter but my back wouldn’t obey me. It was so rigid and stiff.  Jay pressed his hand onto my thigh.

“Stay,” He whispered, he lifted his head to look at me. I was startled by the expression his eyes wore. They were brimming with an overflow of emotions. They weren’t their usually color, they were dark and bursting with obscurity.  He looked at me in a strange manner like I was the only girl in the world, like he wanted me now.

It sent my nerves into overdrive, I felt Goosebumps rise on my skin as he placed his hand on my cheek. “You’re not well,” He leaned forward.

I nodded my head, taking a deep breath of air. “I-I,” I seemed to be a lost at word.

I moved closer to him, this sudden feeling taking control of me and pushing me forward. He licked his lips, moistening them, making them seem redder than before.

Before I could stop myself, I pressed my lips against his. It felt so right.

He responded with equal force. His lips were soft and supple, moving rapidly against mine.

We molded into each other like a flawless cast.

Heart beats were wild and out of my control, I reached out for his subtle- running my hands along it, I probably had stained his face with blood.

With a gentle hand, he grabbed the back of my head pulling me closer to him. My entire front side was pressed into his. I loved this feeling. It was addicting.

 I wanted to stay like this forever. I wanted to be with him forever I wanted to be with him and be his and only his. I wanted him to be mine and mine only.

I was being pushed off the edge of the cliff, falling downwards because of gravity and Jay was my gravity.

I’m falling for Jay. I’m falling for him fast and I’m afraid nothing can save me now. Just like nothing can save you once you jump off a cliff.

[Present]

Outskirts of London

I hate that moment. I hate that day. I hate that night.  

If I could, I would have stopped myself from falling.

I can’t. Love is disgusting. You can’t control it. It just happens. You can’t even choose who you fall for. People think love is choice but it isn’t. Love is an accident, a coincidence, a forced emotion which cannot be plunged out of one’s life no matter how hard they try.

Jay, I fell for you big time.

I know you think that I didn’t try to stop myself. You think everything is my fault.

This is your fault. Why are so you imperfectly perfect? Why does your smile steal my breath? Why does your laugh give me happiness? Why do your tears hurt me?

Why do I have to love you? Why can’t you be like all the other guys? Why do have to be so different? Why do you understand me?  Why do you know me better than I know myself?

Just tell me why? Then maybe I’ll be able to stop myself from loving you.

Author’s note:

I don't like the way this chapter turned but it'll have to do.

If you see some errors, then don’t hesitate to point them out.

 I hope you guys liked the romantic parts ;).

Btw I’m getting so annoyed with myself. This is book is called Mr. Rockstar is Sold and I’ve written thirteen chapter without the ‘sold’ because I’m too busy making Aura fall for Jay. Now that Aura has officially fallen for Jay we can party!! Whoo someone bring me some confetti.

I hope this book isn’t getting too boring. I’ll be speeding things a bit for now.

Thank you for sticking with meh, sigh, sigh.

Oh what should we call Aulaura and Jay = Jaulaura or  Aulauray  or Jura or Auray ...I can’t pick. ‘O__O’

 Till the next time keep on smiling because you’re so beautiful,

-Tak

Random Junk :(Some of you were wondering why do I call myself Tak because I love the that name and because there is this exam called TAKS where I live so that how based off that name. I know that’s weird. )