Keeping My Distance

Lalvia Monroe is a girl that has been badly bullied by some people at school, she self-harms and cry's her self to sleep every night. She has also, been getting weird dreams and visions by her grandmother that has passed away five years ago. She has been getting warnings by her grandmother that she needs to leave but, when a new man enters her life… she's not so sure she wants to leave.


17. Daniel

Huntley smiled. "You two should be," he said as he took an sip of his Coffee.

   "Yea, we should," Conner smirked.


                                                        Keenly's POV.

"Where could they be?" Asked my dad as he sent bodyguards to find them.

   "Where, oh, where could they be?" I chuckled. My dad sent me an glare. "I'm sorry dad but, that poor little girl actually did nothing wrong."

    "What about Conner, huh? He's a traitor!"

    "Well, he had some guts!" I exclaimed. "I've been wanting to leave this hell-hole since the day I was born."

    My Dad pinned me against the wall and I laughed in his face. He just rolled his eyes and let me go. "I'm waisting my time with you."

    "When are you not waisting your time? Get a life!"

    He paused. "Keenly. Conner was the same one that shot you and your still not going to help me?"

    "It makes me look tough," I winked. My dad rolled his eyes once again. "Be careful your eyes might fall out if you keep rolling them. Haha, you get it. The eye is rolling so, it will roll out," my hysterical laughter filled the room.

   My dad stopped himself from rolling his eyes again and walked out.

   I wiped my eyes and chuckled. "I'm so funny."


                                 Lalvia's POV.

"Will you be-" Conner stopped mid-sentence. There was an loud banging noise. Huntley scurried off trying to find where the noise came from. Conner intertwined my hand with his and followed Huntley.

    Once we got outside there was guards all around us with guns. Conner stepped in front of me, letting go of my hand. Keenly stepped out from behind them with a small smile. He limped through the group of guards. "Is it really necessary for you to shoot me in the leg?" he asked Conner.

    Conner shrugged.

    "He always aims toward the legs," I stated.

     Keenly chuckled and then winced. "Yea, my dad is going to be here in a little bit. I just came here to warn you. You better be proud I took my time and came all the way over here with an injured leg!"

    "Sorry," Conner muttered. 

     "Ok, let's get out of here, before my da-" Keenly started.

     "I knew you were going to go against me one day, son," Daniel said.

      Keenly muttered a curse word. "Take the girl! Go!" Conner grabbed my arm and led me out of the room. "Wait, Conner, before you go. Take this. You need this more then I do." he handed Conner an pistil.

     Conner nodded and handed me the gun. "What am I going to do with this?" I asked.

     Conner rolled his eyes. "Self defense."

     "I'm bad at aiming."

     "Aim toward the leg."

     I chuckled. "Of, course, you would give me that advice."

     He intertwined his hand with mine and looked me straight in the eye. "Ok, let's go."


Daniel stood in front of us with an knife. I brought out my gun and pointed at him. "I think my weapon might just beat yours by an inch." I aimed towards his leg and winked at Conner.

    "You deserve to die, Lalvia." Daniel said.

     "I didn't even do anything!" I exclaimed. 

     "Your Mother knew that she was going to take a life of her loved one if she didn't listen to me."

      "That's stupid. Who hasn't she killed?" I asked rolling my eyes.

      "Your dad," that got my attention. (A/N: Thank you, my friend Michelle for giving me that idea.) 

       "Her dad?" Conner asked. 

        "Yes, I was in love with her, Lalvia. She was still married to your father and you want to know the funny news. I was the one that killed her and your little brother, ha ha." 

         I brought my gun up and aimed towards his heart. "I will kill you. You monster!" Tears were streaming down my face.

        Conner snuck up behind me and lowered my gun. My lip quivered. "Relax," he whispered.

        "You don't have the guts to kill me! You're just like your Mother. She never had the guts to kill anyone!"

         I shot towards his leg and he let out a small scream. "Your right, I don't have the guts to kill you." I dropped my gun and walked away.

        "Wait up," Conner called from behind me but, I didn't turn around.



"Whats wrong with you?" I asked. It was the middle of the night and I couldn't sleep so, I walked outside only to see Keenly on the porch with his head down. 

    "I-I let him out of his m-misery," he sniffed. He lifted his head and there was an tear that fell. "My dad was an asshole but, he was still my dad, you know?"

     "Yea, I do know," I said taking a seat by him.


I walked back in my room and smiled. Conner was passed out in my bed. I walked over to him and touched his cheek. "Hey."

     "Hey," he grinned. He fluttered his eyes open. "Will you be my girlfriend, Lalvia?" he asked with an grin.

    "Yes." I whispered, pecking his lips.



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