ErzaLockhart_8373

Felon
/fè-lun/
Cruel; Wicked. 


I continued biting my lips whilst fidgeting with my finger nails, my mind still pondering over the question he asked minutes ago. 


"Ojalá éstos fueran mis dientes mordiéndote los labios." I heard him mumble under his breath. 
[I wish those were my fucking teeth biting your lips.]



I threw a morose look in his direction. "Speak an apprehensible language." I snarled getting annoyed. 



"You need to get inside my mind to understand that." He responded nonchalantly shrugging off his shoulders. 



"I don't enter dirty places." I snapped rolling my eyes. 



"But I would really enjoy entering your dirty places."

Cruel; Wicked. The Felon

Today, mom and me were going to visit the hospital for her monthly check up.

After coming from School she asked me to come with her to the hospital.

We always visited the hospital together

for her monthly scan. The clip of Eleanor inside the small tv screen always spreaded a long smile on our lips.

Just one month and she'll be with us. Between us.

I was going to step into another relationship.

Just the mere thought made out a heavy sigh out of my lips. Coming to my stances I made my way down the stairs. Mom was sitting on the Hallway recliner with her big tummy which looked like a big ball on her pitied frame. The moment she addressed my presence her aspect changed to her usual fervour self.

"Scarr, could you please bring the files from Henry's office, it's in the second rack. "

Chapter 135