Accelerate: The ex billionaire's girl

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who was chase

less validation. I had been gaslighted into thinking that what I wanted and what they wanted were the same. Trophies and Books that I

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and relaxation, a

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ir prom dress or who to fuck for the last time or something

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and my amateur

hat I rented. I hailed a taxi and ma

esterday, hoping it

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bumped into me

give them dist

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as wide open and

dim it looked inside. So w

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were from the fic

d. I walked

th every shove, I quickly bow my head and offer a petite 'sorry' in an unrecogniza

nd a door, any door that would lead to somewhere

what these people enjoy in the loud and obnoxious ba

against a door.

. Her boyfriend's veiny hands trickled down her back, his fingers dug into the arch of her spine. Thei

gus

open and step in. It was the kitchen and a very big kitchen

he living room. But that is only because there is a huge commotion on the island ta

re disg

n the previous. the boy's enormous hands cuppin

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al gathering with loud music. It is apparently (apart from all the fancy birthday parti

hand flew under the girl's shirt, his fingers lingered near her navel, teasing her and then traveling up her tummy. She let out a low moan which showed th

was worse tha

ordinary. Shards of broken glass line the grass. A torn family picture lay

be

eenagers in a circle hyping someone in the middle. It's pr

! Where've

, expecting to see someone I didn

d. Every

ride and joy, and probably the host of this party. Without his entourage around him, he loo

elled lik

fled my hair. I draw back. Did he know me? Who wa

erson", I said and turned to wa

't walk away, I can't

never even known existed. It was like I had been wanting to hear that all

y human. I'm only a teenager. I shouldn't be running away from the mo

at him, embracing whatever this

, I st

doesn't walk away or snicker. I

thing wrong wi

ou look different.

you d

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ou probably d

e hallways. Will he see me as Kiera or as Keeva? I'm hoping an

of something audible, he burps. Another disgusting thing b

taring at your ass", he clicks his tong

ct to hear from my school's hotshot is a snarky s

ds. For some strange reason, I decided to ignore his previous c

h your girlfriend or something?.Mos

n the school all alone, wanting company so bad that

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bridge of his

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talk to ME because he thinks I'm a good person. That's the be

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e-infested kitchen. This time, there's n

lime. He goes to the island table where a bunch of hippies remain, sniffing drugs and whatnot. He

that kind o

precision. At first, he looked like he didn't know what he was doing but

what y

e plastic cups to his torso. It was admirable, defi

be I

me in shock. He r

with that, he takes a sip from a

ry

ks with sleeping drugs, gave them to girls, and rape them in their sleep

ht, I

and the sharp taste of alcohol was prominent yet hidden w

ike

e it?",

the in deeply, ignoring the scent of sweaty teenagers and expensive perfume. But I had let my guard down too soon. Another person

drink had gone to. I stay speechless and I watch him clean me. He must've forgotten himself because he kept using the

ension in his breath. The curiosity in his eye

I kis

artying on. I've always been one to follow my logic instead of my emotions but I switched gears the mom

But Brandon's response is filled with force and yearning. He thrusts his tongue in and I'm unsure, unbalanced, my knees bend in. But Brandon's hands grab my waist. My hands are all over, confused; searching for a

nder the bottom seam of his shirt. I don't know who I am but

. They're filled with all the a