journeysthegirl1

A large, warm hand encompassed your forehead. "Are you feeling alright?" Erwin asked, leading you down a quiet corridor. After all, your group had arrived at the compound in the middle of the night so nobody would notice, so the silence was expected. However, Erwin's sudden concern wasn't something you were used to. "I'm fine!" you said, a little louder than you meant to, and you pushed his hand away, feeling that he was treating you like a small child. "_____, I'm just worried," he said, voice sounding strange. "Just a week ago, you were comatose and bed ridden due to a severe concussion. When you finally awoke, you were unable to handle l

A large, warm hand encompassed your forehead. "Are you feeling alright?" Erwin asked, leading you down a quiet corridor. After all, your group had arrived at the compound in the middle of the night so nobody would notice, so the silence was expected. However, Erwin's sudden concern wasn't something you were used to. "I'm fine!" you said, a little louder than you meant to, and you pushed his hand away, feeling that he was treating you like a small child. "_____, I'm just worried," he said, voice sounding strange. "Just a week ago, you were comatose and bed ridden due to a severe concussion. When you finally awoke, you were unable to handle l

You lazily dragged yourself thought the busy streets of New York. Your dad just decided that you’re the right age to be kicked out. So now you had to find a job, and then buy a house. He had told you not to contact him until you got on your own two feet. You sigh in annoyance at the loud people. At lest you still had some clothes, he had allowed you to pack a bag of things you wanted to keep with you. You stare down at your map, scanning it. 'I think I turn this way' you thought as you looked down an empty street, leading away from all the noisy people. You nod to yourself and start walking down it. You had only gotten 40 feet when yo

Warning: This story is rated 14+ for Romance (I'm sorry I may write things you think are too far maybe...) and Violence. Thank you.) Chapter 3 You lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He was doing something on his computer. “Why can’t being kidnapped be more fun?” You moaned. “Because its not meant to be fun.” Cry sighed, clearly half distracted. “Idiot.” You spat. “13th time in less than an hour.” Cry replied. You rolled over onto your stomach. “Its true though…” You sighed. “What if I called you a bitch 13 times in an hour?” he asked. You went silent. &