No one willeverlay their hands on her again.
I send the side of his face another jab, following it, I slam his face into the ground.
I could lose my position because of it but I don't give a fuck. Azalea is worth more than a job position. She means more than anything, I don't know why or how, but she does.
I'd give up whatever she wanted me to just so I can still see her fucking smile and to hear her voice when she calls me Sugar.
Fuck that name. But she's happy when I let her call me it.
What am I feeling?
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Thank you for reading! These last two chapters have taken me a little while to write. It's a sensitive subject and I wanted to go about it the right way to truly portray the characters in the way I thought they should be.
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Word count: 4929
-Ashlyn Montgomery
Chapter 24: Amazing
?Azalea?
A week and two days, Grey has been more than a crackhead. He won't let me move.
I've told him many times, 'Grey, if you keep feeding me and not letting me walk it off, I'm going to be confined to this bed for the rest of my life and I won't be able to walk ever again.'
He usually does one of three things each time I tell him that.
1) Shut up.
2) Do you want more food? (my answer is usually yes, obviously)
3) Shut the *insert F-word* up.
He really is such a sweetheart.
I mean come on. My face is fudged up, not my legs.
My showers are my only time to stand and so I do tons of physical activities during my showers. My activities usually consist of three things.
1) Staring at the wall and pretending I'm in a sentimental and dramatic movie while my shower water runs over my face.
2) Dancing wildly, although it's hard in the small space.
3) Telling Grey to leave me alone after he bangs on the door for ten minutes.
My back feels better, which is great. It's still a bit tender at times but that's whatever.
I guess I'm just not used to someone taking care of me. Usually, it's only me nursing myself. I'm trying to adjust but it's taking a while.
A couple of days ago, I got my stitches removed. Grey wasn't allowed in the room because once again, he's a crackhead.
Finally though, Grey had to go to work for some type of murder thingy. Yikes.
So I escaped.