Runaway প্রণয় part 1
Relax, this won't hurt you. Before I put it in, close your eyes and count to ten
He came towards me, hypodermic needle in hand, and a crazy look in his eyes. I started to think that maybe this wasn't such a bright idea. What about all the people who প্রণয় me and would miss me if I were gone? Wait, that would be no one. Not a single soul. I held out my arm, which was throbbing due to lack of circulation. He slapped it hard and let out a dark chuckle.
"You really wanna do this little girl?" his breath smelled of বিয়ার and weed. I shook my head no and ran off in the opposite direction.
I found myself wondering the empty streets of Granada Hills. It was now 10:00 pm. I stumbled into the familiar shop. The large dragon painted on the wall, the row of beat up leather chairs and stools, the smell of ink and metal. I looked at myself in a full length mirror. My hair was in small twists that stopped right above my belly button, my eyebrows were thick and arched, my eyelashes were clumped together দ্বারা tears and felt heavy on my eyelids. My electric blue eyes popped against my dark brown skin making it impossible for people not to stare. I licked my thumb and wiped the dry blood off of my nose. My two-toned lips were slightly parted, প্রদর্শিত হচ্ছে the bottom of my two front teeth. I scanned my outfit. I had on a white গলরজ্জু, halter dress, matching white gloves, and স্বর্ণ flats. I didn't look like I belonged in this tattoo shop, but this is where I was going to sleep tonight.
Ramon saw me and motioned for me to come to the back of the shop. I followed him into a room where I saw a boy that looked about 18 অথবা 19. I recognized him. Donte Jackson. He was sitting in a chair looking through a book of tattoos.
"Donte, আপনি should get this one!" Jaafar walked over to Donte with a small leather ছবি album. I cleared my throat making my presence known. Jaafar and Donte looked up to see me. Their mouths dropped to the ground.
"Mi, is that you?" Donte asked. I nodded my head and gave a weak smile. Jaafar ran up to me, picked me up, and spun me in circles. "Mikey bear!" he let me down and gave me a চুম্বন on the cheek.
"You know these guys?" Ramon asked. Ramon, owner of the tattoo ভান্দার and cousin to my little sister.
"Yeah" I replied
"So আপনি know the other one too?" as if on cue, Prince walked out of the bathroom. "Mikey!" he walked over and gave me a one armed side hug.
"Michael, you've got some splanin' to do!" Ramon ব্যক্ত with his heavily tatted arms crossed.
"what?" I asked for clarification.
"How do আপনি know that Jacksons?" he asked
"Oh, my mentor goes to Kingdom Hall with their grandmother. I've known them since I was ten"
"Oh" he said. He turned around and disappeared behind a curtain.
"Wow, what are আপনি guys doing here?" I asked
"I'm getting a tattoo!" Donte ব্যক্ত excitedly.
"what are you doing here?" Jaafar asked. "yeah, your mom ব্যক্ত আপনি went to camp" Prince added. Camp. I didn't go to a fucking camp. My parents shipped me off to a teens rehabilitation facility for something I didn't even do. Luckily I snuck out. As far as those two dumb asses know I was still there.
"Camp? Uh, I came প্রথমপাতা early because I missed..... আপনি guys!" I lied.
"Awww, you're too sweet" Prince ব্যক্ত smiling. Jaafar gave me a questioning look and shook his head.
"Ooh Mi, come look at Donte's car" Jaafar ব্যক্ত evenly. He was up to something.
"Ok?" I followed him out of the tattoo shop. "Where's his car?" I asked. He kicked the brick wall, and stomped over to me angrily. To be totally honest, I was scared shitless.
"Jaafar?" I whispered.
He got close to me. So close I could feel his breath on my face. "What the fuck did আপনি do?" he snarled. My breath got caught in my throat as I looked into his rage filled eyes.
I like this story better than the other one! It's gonna be better than the other one because it's easy for me to write about something I've witnessed and lived out. মতামত if you're cool! If you're not then don't bother! XD
Relax, this won't hurt you. Before I put it in, close your eyes and count to ten
He came towards me, hypodermic needle in hand, and a crazy look in his eyes. I started to think that maybe this wasn't such a bright idea. What about all the people who প্রণয় me and would miss me if I were gone? Wait, that would be no one. Not a single soul. I held out my arm, which was throbbing due to lack of circulation. He slapped it hard and let out a dark chuckle.
"You really wanna do this little girl?" his breath smelled of বিয়ার and weed. I shook my head no and ran off in the opposite direction.
I found myself wondering the empty streets of Granada Hills. It was now 10:00 pm. I stumbled into the familiar shop. The large dragon painted on the wall, the row of beat up leather chairs and stools, the smell of ink and metal. I looked at myself in a full length mirror. My hair was in small twists that stopped right above my belly button, my eyebrows were thick and arched, my eyelashes were clumped together দ্বারা tears and felt heavy on my eyelids. My electric blue eyes popped against my dark brown skin making it impossible for people not to stare. I licked my thumb and wiped the dry blood off of my nose. My two-toned lips were slightly parted, প্রদর্শিত হচ্ছে the bottom of my two front teeth. I scanned my outfit. I had on a white গলরজ্জু, halter dress, matching white gloves, and স্বর্ণ flats. I didn't look like I belonged in this tattoo shop, but this is where I was going to sleep tonight.
Ramon saw me and motioned for me to come to the back of the shop. I followed him into a room where I saw a boy that looked about 18 অথবা 19. I recognized him. Donte Jackson. He was sitting in a chair looking through a book of tattoos.
"Donte, আপনি should get this one!" Jaafar walked over to Donte with a small leather ছবি album. I cleared my throat making my presence known. Jaafar and Donte looked up to see me. Their mouths dropped to the ground.
"Mi, is that you?" Donte asked. I nodded my head and gave a weak smile. Jaafar ran up to me, picked me up, and spun me in circles. "Mikey bear!" he let me down and gave me a চুম্বন on the cheek.
"You know these guys?" Ramon asked. Ramon, owner of the tattoo ভান্দার and cousin to my little sister.
"Yeah" I replied
"So আপনি know the other one too?" as if on cue, Prince walked out of the bathroom. "Mikey!" he walked over and gave me a one armed side hug.
"Michael, you've got some splanin' to do!" Ramon ব্যক্ত with his heavily tatted arms crossed.
"what?" I asked for clarification.
"How do আপনি know that Jacksons?" he asked
"Oh, my mentor goes to Kingdom Hall with their grandmother. I've known them since I was ten"
"Oh" he said. He turned around and disappeared behind a curtain.
"Wow, what are আপনি guys doing here?" I asked
"I'm getting a tattoo!" Donte ব্যক্ত excitedly.
"what are you doing here?" Jaafar asked. "yeah, your mom ব্যক্ত আপনি went to camp" Prince added. Camp. I didn't go to a fucking camp. My parents shipped me off to a teens rehabilitation facility for something I didn't even do. Luckily I snuck out. As far as those two dumb asses know I was still there.
"Camp? Uh, I came প্রথমপাতা early because I missed..... আপনি guys!" I lied.
"Awww, you're too sweet" Prince ব্যক্ত smiling. Jaafar gave me a questioning look and shook his head.
"Ooh Mi, come look at Donte's car" Jaafar ব্যক্ত evenly. He was up to something.
"Ok?" I followed him out of the tattoo shop. "Where's his car?" I asked. He kicked the brick wall, and stomped over to me angrily. To be totally honest, I was scared shitless.
"Jaafar?" I whispered.
He got close to me. So close I could feel his breath on my face. "What the fuck did আপনি do?" he snarled. My breath got caught in my throat as I looked into his rage filled eyes.
I like this story better than the other one! It's gonna be better than the other one because it's easy for me to write about something I've witnessed and lived out. মতামত if you're cool! If you're not then don't bother! XD