Please I Work At Home Depot And I Always Look At Our Mounted Measuring Tape And Im Always In Awe At Looking

Please I work at Home Depot and I always look at our mounted measuring tape and I’m always in awe at looking at the 6’3 mark, because I tell myself, damn Noah is that tall.

a guy that’s 6’3” came into my job this morning not me thinking “damn so that’s what I’d look like next to Noah.”

ⓘ This user just wanna sit in front of the ocean and listen to the waves

i need this back, like yesterday. Noah if you can hear me noah

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 - 𝑁𝑂𝐴𝐻 𝑆𝐸𝐵𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐼𝐴𝑁

𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘗𝘛𝘌𝘙 1

－ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨．

- I'M GOING TO LEAVE THIS FUCK FROM HOME, I CAN'T STAND THIS SHIT IN MY LIFE ANYMORE. - I screamed, going towards my room and soon picking up an old backpack, where I tried to put as many clothes as I could.

- Y/N, COME BACK HERE, YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE. - My father screamed back, coming after me.

- Oh, won't I go daddy? - I spoke with an air of debauchery. - And who will force me to stay? - I said putting the backpack on my back, with all the courage in the world next to me, because my father was practically my double, he could stop me in one facility. But he just kept staring at me not believing that his "little girl" had become so inconsequential. - The point is - I kept talking. - I don't stay another second under the same ceiling of this bitch, whom you brought home and still call a woman.

- Y/N, dear... - My father tried to calm down. - You're being unfair to Julia, she's like a mother to you. - I felt like vomiting, and my blood heated up as if I were going to explode at any moment, more than I already had.

- NEVER AGAIN. - I screamed. But soon I took a deep breath trying to return to an acceptable tone of voice. - Never again, compare this bitch with my mother, by the way God has it. - I said, because my mother had died when I was only ten years old, and when I turned fourteen my father met Julia, making my life turn into hell. - My mother was a worthy woman, I didn't need to take advantage of anyone to get along in life, I got tired of seeing you being made an idiot. And I also got tired of this bitc... - I held on. - Little woman, trying to take the place and treating me like nothing. She really got what she wanted, I'm leaving. - Julia watched everything, sometimes you could even see a victorious smile coming out of her lips, but quickly she went back to playing the victim.

I was tired of all this!

00h30. I really didn't know where I would go at this time, but I decided to risk it, my father tried to stop me. However, while he was stronger than me, I was faster. In my backpack, which now weighed on my back, while I walked through the slightly poorly lit streets of my neighbourhood, there were some pieces of clothing, things for hygiene and a little money from my allowance. I was almost regretting it, scared and cold, just me and my insecurity. Where would I go?

Damn.

Until an apartment that my father owned came to mind, but it was a little far away, I planned to take a taxi and pay with the money that was in my backpack.

While I was thinking with myself, I passed by a group of boys.

If they hadn't made jokes, I wouldn't even realise it.

- Hey, girl. Is it time for the little princess to be on the street? -

I kept walking as fast as possible, but I could see that they were following me.

- What's the kitty?! Go slower, fast like this, just in bed. - The boys laughed and as far as I could see there were four, I couldn't see much, fear prevented me from looking back, in my head I could only think

"Keep walking'".

- Look, Jack. I think she's in a hurry, huh?! - A boy with a wonderfully hoarse voice said, and soon started laughing.

- Hey, daylight, don't run. - Said one of the boys, he had no idea who it was. I was scared to death, I confess, but at the same time I was already getting angry with those assholes and my feet were already hurting from me walking so fast. So, I felt a hand holding my arm tightly.

- What's the part of "Hey, dayight, don't run, don't you" understand? - A boy with beautiful brown eyes said.

He had a somewhat mischievous look.

- Shit, what's your problem? Let me go, you idiot. - I said trying to get your hands off my right arm. I could watch everyone having fun, except a boy with brown hair, perfect jaw, and wonderful honey colour, he was really beautiful and seemed to be bored. Until I realised who he really was, and I shuddered. His cell phone rang, he answered and left.

- That’s it , boys. I'm leaving. Oh, and take it easy with this little bitch there. - He laughed, and turned his back in order to go to his destination. I got annoyed by the fact that he referred to me like that and decided to speak out. With a lot of courage, of course.

- What did you call me, you piece of shit? - I asked, taking my hands to my waist, as if I had some morals with him, and totally enraved with all the shit that was happening that day. But first I let go of the hands of the brown-eyed boy and went to the middle, in order to tell some truths to that idiot. I knew who he was, and yet I didn't care. He turned to me, looking at me from top to bottom with a serious and at the same time seductive expression, but I kept the pose.

- I called you a little bitch. Why? Is there a problem?

He said getting closer, staring at me temptingly, he had a challenging look.

- Who do you think you are to call me that? - He was the leader of The Canadians, one of the largest gangs in the city, everyone only heard about them, but no one knew who was really part of it. I knew because I lived in the same neighbourhood as them, but not on the same street, and my best friend Belle had already told me about them, she knew everything and came into shock when she found out that this gang was in our neighbourhood.

And how did she find out that they were gang members? One day, about two years ago, these boys moved to our neighbourhood and she was curious to know who the boy with honey-coloured eyes was, which she had found beautiful, so once she followed him to see if she discovered anything useful and he accidentally dropped from his pocket …

"Platan Sheet" made of metal, where it contained the following information: "Noah Sebastian, leader - The Canadians". She says she almost fell hard. I'd fall, in case. It turns out that after she found out, she got even more addicted to him... Noah Sebastian.

- Nice To Meet You, Noah... Noah Sebastian. - He said I shuddered when I heard that name, I was in front of the biggest dickhead in Los Angeles, and even so, he was the dream of all the deluded little girls (like my beautiful best friend) and also for breaking their hearts (thankful that Belle had never created the courage to get close to him, I understand why).

- I know who you are. - I said indifferent.

- You know? - he arched his eyebrows. - How? - Damn, if I said I knew he's a Canadian, I think he would kill me, because I didn't even say, no one knows who is part of The Canadians, they only know that this gang exists, but they don't know who their true members are, they do everything perfect, without any discovery on the part of anyone. Only from Belle. And me.

- I confused you with someone else. - I lied.

- I'm unmistakeable. - He said. - And you're ridiculous.

- You also don't go very far from being ridiculous. -

I said looking him coldly in the eyes.

- You should fear me.

- Just because you're a Canadian? - I delivered the game and saw the shit I had done. Noah looked at the boys incredulous.

- You know too much. - He said, turning around.

- Dudes, take her to the apartment, tomorrow I'll see what I do. If she doesn't die, it will serve as a good steak.

He said biting his lips. - If you know what I mean.

- What? Damn, let me go, I want to go back to the house. - I screamed, when I felt Jack, and two more boys putting me inside a black Range Rover, I tried to struggle, but the despair was so much that I ended up fainting.

Everything went out.

Hellooo!

The first chapter is out!😋

Hope u like it.

Can definitely confirm, once you stop giving a shit about people’s opinions, it gets a little bit easier.

life gets so much better when u accept urself for the weird little bitch that u are

THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND || Bad Omens [\m/]