![]() ![]() "Copying your very handsome boyfriend I see" Ace put on a proud tone and raised his eyebrows. "Look at what I got" I smirked, pulling out my diary. Ace gave a weirded out look but quickly brushed it off. "I'm good" I groaned slightly as I pulled the blankets back over my legs. "Yeah" I replied quickly before sitting back on the bed. ![]() "You good?" He asked as I stood as still as a statue. My face dropped instantly and Ace shot me a confused look. The pain had finally started to kick in and I knew that in the morning I would be destroyed. "That's enough, I'm over it" I stood up and immediately regretted it. "Well it was hard" I hissed, taking the controller back. "Sof, that's the easiest level" he laughed lightly, earning a scowl from me. "Oh, well they look like me" I grinned, not being able to hold back my smile at my own stupidity.Īce jumped up next to me, and within 2 minutes, he completed the mission. "Sofia that's you" Ace grinned while shaking his head. "Yep now help, this dude keeps killing me" I hissed evilly at the tv. "You're playing COD" he spoke surprisingly. "Help" I pouted, holding the controller towards him. "Why are you yelling?" He asked while staring at his phone. I was playing on the easiest level and I still couldn't win. "That wasn't fair, he didn't even shoot me" I grumbled angrily. "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME" I shouted angrily at the tv screen, almost throwing the controller across the room. I started to get really into the game but then I was killed. Okay maybe it's not the same as real life but it's still good. No wonder why Ace has such good aim when shooting he is level 68 on this game. I think it was called Call of Duty or something like that. I got up and walked over to Ace's Xbox and before I knew it, I was playing a shooting game. I shut my journal, admiring the cute pink cover with golden writing. actually that's a lie, my father bet the shit out of me like 3 months ago. I'm not hurt and I've gone a couple of months without being hurt. īut other than that whole incident, I'm okay for the first time in. That 15 year old was still in him, maybe very deep down but he was there. I remember looking up to him and the man he was becoming. I'm not upset about 22 year old Raul dying, I'm upset about the 15 year old dying. Anyways, for some reason I'm not angry at Raul anymore, it's like when he died, my anger disappeared with him. It was kind of him to do that for me, especially since Raul did try and kill him while we slept. I haven't heard from my brothers since Ace sent the body back out of respect for them and me. Recently Raul died and I don't know how to feel. He just wouldn't understand and he'd be over dramatic because that's one of his traits whether he agrees or not. I can talk about anything to Ace and I know that but I can't talk about Ace to Ace. I think I need somewhere that I can talk about anything. I see why Ace does this now and yes he is my inspiration for starting one of these. Only my eyes are allowed to read these words on this page and it feels great so far. I feel like writing dear diary is too embarrassing to say so I'm going to write to myself. I stole one of Ace's pens from the drawer in his nightstand and starting jotting down my thoughts. Terry left, leaving me with my new diary. "Thank you Terry" I grinned happily, taking it from his grip. "I got your diary thingy that you wanted and Ace is in his office incase you were wondering" Terry smiled handing me the notebook. "You can come in" I responded loudly, wondering who it was and making sure that they heard me. ![]() ![]() I think he was in his office, probably writing about how good our sex was. I came out and got changed into one of Ace's few jersey that I now claim as my own and slipped on a pair of underwear before climbing into his bed. I took another shower, separate from Ace's one of course. ![]()
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