Story: Mazzel chick?[16+]

"I really love him, but I can't take it anymore", I whispered to Tim
"You've gotta be strong and go on, you're a mazzel chick, remember. You could have been of worse, but you're still alive right?", he answered
"Yeah, I know that, but I barely made it, I'm just so tired of all this, I want to go back to my old live, where everything was simple and not so confusing".
"The moment that you met him, everything changed and there was no turning back, you know that, so don't complain. Now go back to him, he's waiting for you".
I saw that Tim didn't want to send me back to him, he was drunk and that meant no good, but it didn't had a choice, it was just the way everything goes in my life, without me having anything to say about it and not having a free will. And then they call me a Mazzel Chick? What a bullshit, I'm a bad luck chick


Dit bevat sex en grof taalgebruik dus je bent gewaarschuwd.

*Nederlands geschreven
*16+ vanwege het onderwerp, lezen op eigen risico
*Geschreven door: 1xmichellax1
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