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“That’s…”

“Oh uhm… ignore him. That’s my husband, Channing. He drove me here, but more than that, I want to know how you really are…” she asks and my heart breaks because I can tell she truly cares,

“I’m fine, Angel… truly. Wh-what brings you by?” I ask, and she eyes me with, not concern, but with love.

“I just wanted to check on you. I… when I heard about what happened, I was so shocked… and all the news articles… I didn’t want to rely on what I saw. I wanted to come visit you myself, but Auntie wouldn’t give me the information to the facility you were in, and I couldn’t leave home at the moment.

It took Channing having to ask his good friend Adam where you were, but by then you were out and some other stuff happened and…” she sighs. “Long story short, I’m sorry for not being here for you,” she pouts, and I smile, though I’m a bit confused at how his friend would know where to find me, but I’ll just leave that bit alone.

“O-oh… uhm… thank you, Angel. I appreciate you for caring and not believing the news since the—” I snap my lips shut because I can feel myself getting ready to go on a tangent about the shit they’re saying, but I already know what kind of look that will get me.

“How about I take you out for lunch? You and I… somewhere quiet so we can talk,” she smiles at me and my heart squeezes.

“I… I don’t know.” I chew my lip, guard up. I know she just wants the tea on what went down in that cabin like everyone else, but her approach is different. Unlike my mama, sisters and brothers who have been on every damn show who will hear them fake whine and cry about how distraught they are, Angel seems to genuinely want to know my side of the story with no ulterior motives.

“I promise you three things. One, I won’t pressure you to say anything more than then you want. Two, I only came here to check on you. And three, this isnotpity or a money grab. nothing you say will go beyond me,” she reassures me. I look her over skeptical, but for some reason, I can tell she’s not lying, and that feels nice, so I nod.

“Yay! Get in! We will go to my homegirl diner and then I’ll drop you off,” she beams as I get in the backseat and greet my cousin’s husband with a polite wave. She bounces, clapping happily, getting into the front seat and I peep her husband’s golden eyes flash when he sees her huge breasts jiggle. They have possessiveness in them like Saw’s, but different. His look is sweeter in comparison to Saw’s all-consuming gaze.

Like if Angel told him no or back off, he’d listen like a huge, adorable puppy dog.It’s cute…I used to think I wanted that kind of love, but now I see it’s not enough. Options, choices and thinking…is it so bad to find that tedious?Is it so bad to want it all taken away and to happily give your person everything?

Being in the mental institution, I learned that itisbad. A woman wanting no rights in her relationship and freely wanting to serve and give her man all the power is wrong… it’s abusive and gross.I need help, to them apparently,but ain’t shit going to change so they can suck my dick through a straw.

It’s crazy that I used to think I how I felt was wrong… I know even more now that it’s notwrong…but different. And my different and happiness doesn’t have to reflect everyone else’s.They can have their white picket fences and their Detective Woods… baby, I rather Saw anyways.

Saw told me he’d give me what I was fearful of asking for, and this life and freedom of expression was it. He kept his word. To be taken unabashedly whenever and however he wanted. Roughly, harshly, disgustingly… I craved it like a second breath, but I knew that part of me was wrong.I knew no one in my life would understand those depraved thoughts.

Oh, you want me while I’m sleep? Don’t ask, just do it. You want me to wake up at one in the morning to suck your dick and make you a sandwich? Yes, Daddy… I want to beused, wanted, desiredin all aspects of my man’s life… but that is wrong! I am wrong… what Saw gave me was wrong. They say he broke me, but in reality, he fixed me…

“Robin, we’re here,” she voices, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“I’ll be waiting…” her husband speaks up from the front, shocking me with how otherworldly his voice sounds.

“O-okay,” I nod, getting out and smile when I see her go around and kiss him passionately. He rubs her face as if she’s the most precious being on earth, and I’m happy for her.

Angel was teased a lot for being a plus-sized, dark-skinned girl in school. A lot of guys liked her because she’s pretty as fuck and has a bomb-ass personality, but things never really worked out for her.

Especially after she started working with her boss, who she at one point told me she hated and was the boss from hell.Who would have thought she’d be married to that exact man today?

Even though I don’t desire the kind of love they have, I am happy that she has the love she wants…why can’t people feel the same for me?

“Come on Robin,” Angel comes over, hooking her arm through mine, leading me into a nice ass restaurant.

“I thought we were going to lunch?”

“Oh, we are. I just wanted it to be a bit more private,” she beams as she struts in and I see a handsome man hugged up on a woman, kissing her neck. He’s got red hair and she’s blushing profusely, looking like a million dollars sporting her bald fade.

When she spots us, she swats the man’s arm before coming over and hugging Angel.

“Hey, Angel! The table you reserved is ready. I’ll take you to the back,” she tells my cousin before looking at me, offering me a kind smile which I return.

“Thanks, Carmen. What’s up, Adam?” Angel waves at the guy her friend Carmen was hugged up with, and I raise curious brow.The guy who found me?How the hell was this guy able to find me? I have never seen him before… though he doeslook familiar… like I’ve seen him on TV or something. “I really appreciate this.”

“No problem. I’m just glad I was here with Adam to organize this for you so quickly… you know the back is still under construction, so I know the staff would have been confused,” Carmen beams prettily, showing dimples in her gold brown cheeks as she leads us to an enclosed back room where honestly, it’s too beautiful for words. “Here you are. You guys enjoy and order anything on the menu on the house.”

“Wow, that’s so generous of you. Thank you, we’ll do that.” Angel walks in and I’m surprised her friend leaves without a single malicious or hateful glare my way. “Come on, girl. Sit down and let’s talk,” she grins, and I stand there unsure, but she doesn’t urge me further as if she doesn’t want to scare me or make it seem as if she’s trying to force it.

All people have been trying to do is force me to talk, so it’s nice being on my own time and having someone in front of me who’s not pushing the situation. I finally take a seat, and she picks up the menu in front of her as I take mine, looking it over to see the menu is in both Italian and English.This really is a fancy place.

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