Treat me well.

sat on the chair on the balcony and placed me on his lap. I was hoping to sit on my own how silly of me he can't risk that. "Blake, can I please have five minutes to myself please. I need to thi

g down my throat. "Cough cough, ARABELLA! What do you think you're doing?!" He snatches the cigarette out of my hand and throws it onto the ground! Stamping down on it. I stand up and walk to the edge of the balcony and look over pretending he's not there. I watch the long grass move with the wind and the birds cheeping away. What I'd do to be on that grass sitting right now. Witho