o me smiling brightly. I looked at her hesitant to ask what had her so excited,

mirking slightly, it was adorable she still blus

r you." Maggie said thrusti

as I looked at her in confusion. Why had I gotten r

s finding the little whit

irthday

nitial flattery, I turned the card expecting to see a name

nfused as to why somebody would send suc

rank or sadly perhaps delivered to the wrong address, maybe I wasn't the only one in town who's birthday it wa

lse to do with them." I asked Maggie, I didn't even have any glass vases

t admirer won't be o

he last time I got hit on was sophomore year and if it's that guy then he n

your type?"

ion at my statement but I just shook my head at her. Trying to subtly gesture to

s were. I set the flowers on the small wooden coffee table we had in the centre of two lounge c

e gorgeous roses. Unfortunately there wasn't even a florist company written that I could sen

I knew not to be that idealistic. It was obviously just a misunderstanding or expensive prank and I playfully rolled my eyes at her every time she suggested anything b

s. To my dismay that took over our conversations and they came up with multiple theories all seemingly impossible. Sophie's were entirely gruesome and always

yet, and pressed an adorably wrapped gift into my hands before I left, telling me it was from her and Cyrus both. Although I would have rather had seen Cyrus, but understandably he wasn't well enough. I knew th

ed bargaining with them, but my criminal minded friends had all but kidnapped me saying that this was for the best and I had to get out

ked in, the music was mind numbingly loud and the d

n. But really parties weren't my definition of fun. I didn't particularly understand the hype of getting intoxicate

smell of alcohol. Also it did put my parents' minds to rest, they were afraid that I stayed in reading more than what was healthy. Their excitement over me going out

e with them, making odd gestures from the dance floor. Fortunately though the weird rope move Jay

ich of course they had no idea what I was saying, so I decided I would just message them and

sh me happy birthday. I would just have to grab it from the cafe on my way home, otherwise my overprotective parents would freak out and call the cops or even show up at my

ng strange looks from the people who'd ventured outside of the house, not that it mattered though. I was a strange person, growing up I'd gotten used to the weirded out stares I got th

ng startled by the confirming beeping sound it made. I quickly let myself into the cafe grabbing my phone and wal

nto my face, preventing me from screaming. I struggled against the vile hands trying to get free but the man h

so much fun." A croaky voice whispered into me

ult through the duration of her life, and not just women but men too. To me it seemed too many of us had gone through it. Whether it had been as small as holding onto our wrist, or grabbing us, or

n its own accord, and I reeled it back only to have the misfortune of kicking his thigh instead, the slight heel pushing into the skin, but the man was adamant on keeping his hold on me. His hand seemed to envelope

a moment but tightening it again n

unts into my ear pulling my body closer to his, my eye

red into my ear. As if I owed him any compliance, at all. A

wiggling in his grasp. A slight 'oomph' sounded behind me, letting me kno

lowing any space for air to trickle in. If I passed out there was no knowing what he'd do to me, there was no escaping. N

my body beginning to grow weak until it w

, his words nearly falling on deaf ears as I tried once more to elbow him, onl

aviour was dressed in a suit, and towered over my assailant making him seem small and meek, when just moments ago he'd seem

ying to get large amounts of air into my lungs but my already weak heart wasn't able to handle it, and I fell further into the darkness my legs crumbling under me. Warm strong arms wrapped gently around my waist and pulled me towards a broad firm chest, my head l

safe ami

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anslations the one I picked was "amica mea." Context matters a whole lot, it's like some people call their children honey, and others call their spouse honey. Many people have had an issue with this, truly yo