Okay, yes, I am still continuing [/b]Road To Freedom[/b], But this is the one-shot I have been working on for the past few days. Do enjoy. All constructive criticism is welcome. This morning, started off just like any morning. Got out of bed, my mid back black hair all knotted up from tossing and turning all night, had the worst case of crusties in my eyes, my pink shorts gave me the worst weggie I've ever had. Okay, so maybe it wasn't starting off good. Not to mention I woke up with a horrible blur as to what happened last night, and to top it off, I'm not sure how I even got home. So, what does any normal person do when they're clueless about what happened the night before? They call and try to find out. I'm different. I look out my bedroom window to try and see my white Chevy Impala. When I can't find it, I run to the bathroom across the hall only to see it parked right under my bathroom window. A perfect parallel park, that I could only do when I'm drunk.. So I must have went to the bar, and drove home. Probably after one too many Jack and Cokes. I go out, sometimes 3 times a week, usually by myself. I am not an alcoholic, no matter what you think. I do not go to meetings. My S3 starts ringing, and ringing. I'm sitting on the edge of my bathtub debating whether or not to try and find it. It eventually stops, and I get off the bathtub and move into my living room, only to be greeted 3 feet in front of me, is my phone on the floor. I finally bend down after contemplating stepping on it, or grabbing it. So, to settle with the lesser of two evils, I swiped it up, and skimmed through my 30 missed calls. Nate, my ex, kind of, obviously has been ringing my phone, for the past 20 minutes. He's 6'4 to my 5'6, and strangely, it seemed like we fit together perfectly. He has the most lucious shoulder length blonde hair, brown eyes, an amazing body, but to make it even better, he has a personality to die for. We got along, very well, but, when I was sick, he never called, never stopped by. He admitted to cheating, and me being who I am, I forgave him. We still talk, a lot. We still mess around, a lot. We just aren't trying to make anything official, just incase. So I send over a text to see what he wanted. Hey good lookin. Sorry, I've been asleep and jus woke up. whats up? I click send and wait for a reply. ur alive. thank god. im pickin up food n ill b thre in 30. i love you. Of course, a stupid smile came across my face as I ran into my bedroom only to try and find clothes that look right. I've always had baby thunder thighs, so tight tight jeans aren't even in my wardrobe. I settle for a pair of plaid capris, and a black tank top. Trying to hide my extra fat, but in other people's eyes the word is 'curvy'. I quickly get dressed, and go back into my bathroom. I hardly ever wear make up, but, I am getting a horrible case of break outs, so I go through my medicine cabinet and grab some foundation to dab over my horrible face. After I finish applying foundation, I lightly blush up my cheeks and try to untangle my hair that I should probably just chop off. So what do I do? I grab the scissors that are sitting on the back of the toilet, put my hair in a ponytail at the top of my shoulders and I cut it off. Short hair has always been my thing, but I decided to grow it out for a while now. I toss the hair in the trash, and brush whats left as I hear a pounding on the door. I hurry to the door as I unlock the deadbolt, and turn the door knob to open the door. A man, dressed in all black pushes me against the wall and grabs me by the hair as he slams the door and throws me on the couch. This man advances on top of me, and I close my eyes in horror. He tugs at my tank top, and leans down and kisses me. He then proceeds to take off his ski mask. I open my eyes to see Nate's eyes looking down on me. My right hand balls into a fist, and he grabs both of my wrists and holds them together as he kisses me again, but this time, with more passion, more love than we ever had before. I have always had this fantasy about being tied up, but this didn't happen. All this gorgeous man seemed to do is freak me out. He released my wrists, got off me, and helped me sit up. He went to the door, opened it, and grabbed the bag of take out he put out of sight. When he came back to the living room and put the food on the coffee table in front of us as he pulled me in his arms and just let me cry against his chest as one of his hands caressed my face, and the other arm holding me to him. As soon as he stopped caressing my cheek, he went into his jeans pocket, pulls out a little black box and opens it in front of my face. A beautiful tiny silver diamond ring that just seemed to always sparkle. "I'm not asking for forever. I'm not asking for marriage. All I'm asking for, is you. For as long as you could put up with me. I know we have been through a lot together, and we have our ups and downs just like anybody else does. Erika, I'm madly in love with you, and I want to spend forever with you. But this ring, it's a promise, that no matter what, I'll always be right here with you. Will you promise to be mine for as long as you can stand me? I don't want papers, all I want, is you." If there was any hope for the tears to stop, the hope went down the drain as soon as I nodded my head yes.