She's nearing being out on the streets and desperate for a job.
They own a bar.
Need I say more?
Note: This is a reverse harem romance, meaning the female protagonist will have multiple love interests.
Started: 28/02/2024
Completed: 24/05/2024
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"Spitfire, it's not forever," Dawson pleads with me as I pack my bag furiously. He's sitting on my bed, his eyes pinned on me and worry on his face.
I've not really taken any care with the packing, just throwing my belongings in the case so I can get the fuck away.
"Fuck off," I mutter as I try to block out him and Andros, who is also sitting on my bed but hasn't said a word or even looked at me.
These fuckers.
I keep letting them in and they keep fucking me over.
I'm done.
I walk over to the bed to grab one of my dresses but Andros is sat on it.
"Move," I demand but he refuses to look at me.
"Andros, fucking move or I swear to god-" I start but am interrupted before I can finish my threat.
"Angel," he almost whispers and I freeze, my heart aching at the sound of his broken voice. I can feel all of his emotions through that one word.
He doesn't look at me but everything that's said between us has been said in that one word.
Biting my lip, I close my eyes to force the tears to stay in.
"Can you guys just give me some space to pack?" I ask, trying to stop my voice from wavering. A lump in my throat forms as I watch them walk out the room, faces heavy with sorrow.
As soon as the door clicks shut, I let the tears that were threatening to drown my eyes fall, soaking my cheeks.
I don't know what I did.
I don't understand why I don't deserve happiness.
Just like my Dad said...
I try to push away the memories of my Dad abusing me whenever I tried to search for love outside the family home. He would catch me with a new guy and I'd have new cuts on my back to mark the occasion.
Wiping my tears with my hands, I throw the last bits into my suitcase and zip it shut.
I sit on the edge of the bed in defeat, my shoulders slumping.
This was the final piece to break me.
Sniffling, I walk into the bathroom and wash my face, trying to hide any evidence of me crying.
Walking out of the room, my heart sinks as I remember the memories we all made in there.
The trust we built.
All for it to fall down.
I drag my suitcase downstairs behind me and greet the scary-looking security guard at the door. He's dressed in an all-black suit with an earpiece connected to his ear. His buzzcut brown hair and stubbly beard fail to hide the wrinkles near his eyes.
