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Hi, my name is Laith
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 | Don't Close Your Eyes-01- |
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 4.56 with 9 vote(s)
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| Created: 2009-03-08 06:02:10 |
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A/N: I still can't get over how smexi he is.
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I have decided on first person, since that's how I write best.
Enjoy.
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I yawned long and wide for what felt like ten minutes. I slumped back on the pillows, staring dejectedly at the ceiling. What a waste of time.
I never was a morning person, and I never was going to be. Morning's were a stupid and unneeded part of my day. I would live without them if I could. Maybe I would someday...we'll have to see.
I started trying to get myself out of my tangled up covers. I cursed softly as I fought with them, sleep still having a good hold on me. Ugh. I feel like zombie.
I finally managed to get free of the dxmn things. I slumped to the door and looked around at the floor first. It was littered in dirty clothing but there has to be something here at least half decent. I was only in my boxers and I didn't feel like getting starred at if my dad was already down there. I bent over and picked up some PJ pants off the floor. I cautiously sniffed them first. No smell. With a grin I yanked them on and then headed down the hall.
As I said; I'm not a morning person. I'm not a quite person either. I would rather have lots of noise to fill the silence then voices. I'm not much of a talker unless I had known you basically my whole life. I'm not good at meeting people. Actually, to be honest, I think they should go trip and fall into ditch.
That's just me though.
I bent over and put my hands on my knees. I searched through the pantry with my eyes, searching for something that at least sounded good, even if it didn't appeal to me that much today. I finally found the Frosted Flakes box but when I pulled it out and turned the box upside down I got nothing but lots of sugar grains and a few crumbled up flakes.
With a frown I chucked the box into the garbage. I couldn't remember if I had ate them or not. I now started to search for something else. I found the Cinnamon Toast Crunch, even though I didn't like it that much, unopened and untouched.
I poured the revolting little squares into a bowl and drowned them in milk. I stood in the middle of the kitchen, holding my cereal in one hand, and looked around. What was I going to do now? That was then phone rang-shrill and demanding. I hurriedly put down my bowl and yanked it off the charger. I didn't want Dad up...not yet.
"Yeah." I said, shoveling cereal into my mouth.
"Laith?" a voice hesitated.
"Oh. Hi Linda. Whats up?" I smiled.
"Good, it is you. I was afraid to call and wake up your father but it needed to be done. Menson would like to see you today." Linda replied.
I winced. Menson was the guy...well basically he owned me. He went around and found people that were old and tired and then he set us, the people he owned, to work on them. We had to do whatever he said. If it was se'x, money, or whatever. They mostly just wanted someone to talk to, but I can tell you right now that I'm not a virgin. I've had to have plenty of it in my days, and when I wouldn't...well I'm not really the same for a while after Menson gets to me.
Anytime he calls, we freak out. None of us want to have to have a s'ex with a fuucking stranger, but luuck is sometimes on our side for once.
"Girl or boy?" I asked, eating my cereal again.
"I think its a male but I'm not sure." Linda fretted, "Menson won't tell me. You probably shouldn't come, the person looked pretty beat up. I think they're asking for s'ex. I know you haven't had to do that in a while, and I don't want you to get hurt."
"I'll be okay Linda. Don't worry about me. Tell Menson I'll be there in an hour or so." I said.
"Fine. I'll see you around Laith."
"Yeah, you will."
That was the usual way we ended our conversations. I put the phone back on the hook and shuddered to think what would have happened if my dad has answered the phone. Dad doesn't approve of Menson or my job. He thinks I should do something more...productive or some shiit like that. If Menson calls to see me and dad answers the phone I'm never told about the call and thrashed brutaly. So, I pick up the phone almost every single time it rings.
With a sigh; I placed my dishes in the sink and headed back down the hall to get ready for a new client...or old one. |
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