' bad days with happy endings '







carmens pov.





some days i feel like im on top of the world, as if i could conquer everything and no one could stop me, as if im invincible as if i cant be killed ever.

i feel high on life.

and then some days i feel like my entire life is just a means to no end, that i have no one. that i am so alone even my death will be forgotten, i feel as if all i can do is curl up under my sheets and hide from the world.

i feel drained by life.

some time i feel as if i am two opposites living in the same body. as if i am both everlastingly unbothered and horribly obsessive.

as if im everything and nothing at the same time.

as if im a god one day and the next a dying beggar on the streets. one day i am the worst creation god ever made the next i am god.

and people find me troublesome to care for. i too feel that. the self hatred, that is the only feeling that sticks around forever. the only thing i seem serdent off.

it was like a selfmade whip meant to hit me every time i got a little to high on those feelings, every time i though i could have something clearly not meant for me. something like love. like feelings.

such things.

sometimes i feel like i would be better of dead in a ditch. forgotten, dirty rotting away.

but i don't tell anyone that. because if a did they would tell me bittersweet lies. ' no, no, your loved ' ' don't say that carmen, your perfect ' ' you are beautiful' ' everything will be okay '

lies.

bittersweet lies.

the bed dipped and the sheets were pulled off only to be place back over me and someone else and a warm hand snaked under my silk nightgown resting on my lower stomach pulling me closer to them until i hit a hard chest.

'' its nearly 3 pm tesoro '' the intruder whispered in my ear kissing the back of it lovingly.

i almost, almost mistaken this for love. for affection.

i was almost fooled.

i hummed to his statement curling up further crying silently knowing i would forever be fucked up. forever be like this. '' come on cara mia why are you crying?'' another voice asked as the bed dipped again and someone put a warm hand under the sheets on my hip drawing small hearts.

i cried harder just wanting to disappear. to vanish from the shame and embarrassment.

someone kissed my cheek.

my tears.

'' come on tell us so we can fix it'' santos whispered so so softly it broke my heart. '' use your words tesoro '' he pleaded.

i buried my face in nicolas chest clutching onto him tightly while santos still hugged me from behind. gosh i was a mess.

a horrible ugly fucking mess. no wonder i was all alone.

nicolas hand moved from my hip and i cried harder. he was leaving me now, everyone always left. '' shhh im not going anywhere cara mia'' he promised before running his fingers through my hair.

'' liar'' i muttered weakly.

i was pulled up on santos lap as he grabbed my face forcing me to look at him, i wasn't wearing any makeup, my hair was a mess. and my eyes were most likely red and puffy. fuck. now he definitely wouldn't want me.

now i stood no chance against the supermodels all chasing them.

'' didn't we just tell you yesterday you are ours?'' santos asked firmly starring into my eyes pinning me down to my place. '' the fuck you think we're going? listen pretty doll your fucking stuck with us '' he used his thumb wiping away some more tears as nicolas began rubbing circles on my thigh.

'' you''l change your mind-'' i said still crying. i felt horrible, this was one of the worst days yet. one of the hardest.

i hated it '' i'll die alone santos, you don't get it i'll die all alone forgotten and abandoned '' i cried trying to push myself away from him but he held a good grip on me so did nicolas i realized as both his hands was gripping onto my thighs forcing me to still.

'' listen and listen good princess'' nicolas said almost sounding as if he was holding himself back '' your allowed to be sad, to cry, to have bad days, but you dont ever fucking say shit like that, your not going be forgotten wanna know why?'' he asked theoretically.

i clung onto santos now as he stroked my hair twirling a dark curl around his finger. '' because you'll be our queen, a tittle like that will make you a fucking legend, you hear me cara mia, everyone will know you and that you are ours '' he claimed.

'' now apologize to santos for pushing him away '' nicolas added pulling me off of santos placing me on the bed on my knees as him and santos both stood up in front of me.

i tilted my head confused. '' what-'' i asked confused as they both smirked.

'' i think i know how to make those thoughts go away wanna try?'' santos asked almost hesitantly.

i didn't hesitate to nood. whatever could make me feel less horrible and disgusting. anything. he grabbed my hair gently tugging it before pulling down his pants and boxers.

what- i mean wow- i mean -

i gaped up at him. '' admiring daddys cock are we now?'' santos teased as nicolas guided my hands up to touch. i had never- i didn't know how too. '' we'll teach you dont worry princess'' nicolas assured as santos grinned down at me and nicolas positioned himself behind me his hand between my thighs rubbing my clit teasing my entrance with his long thick fingers.

god.

every thought, everything just shut up and all i could focus on was the men surrounding me. they were right this did help.

santos tugged at my hair again this time tugging me close to his painfully erect and hard member. gosh i didn't know if you could call a cock beautiful but his was.

all i could think was that was going to rip me apart if we ever-

'' suck my cock pretty doll, make your daddy cum ''









santos pov.



fuck.

fuck.

fuck.

she looked so fucking gergous right now, her lips wrapped around my cock her hands hesitantly wraping around the parts she couldnt fit in her hot mouth.

her moans against my already throbbing dick. and i honestly couldnt tell what she liked the best, the way nicolas was finger fucking her pretty pink cunt or if she was moaning this much because she liked having her holes filled.

either way she was fucking breath taking.

'' fuck doll, so fucking good for your daddies.'' i praised her, tugging her hair harder. i swear she has some fuckign hair tugging kink, she was fucking made for us.

it was so worth it taking her from her fucking family, clearly they didnt know what she needed. the control she craved to be taken from her. how she needed someone to control her down to every single breath she took.

tears were running down her face, this time for a diffrent reason that earlier i bet if i put my hand around her throat i could feel myself fucking her mouth.

i did just that wrapping a hand around her delicate throat and sure enough i could fucking feel it. her gags around me the way she took me so deep that it was hard to believe it was her first time giving someone a head.

but the way she seemed so hesitant with her hands and how her eyes keept diffrencing between rolling to the back of her head, and shifting between me and nicolas waiting for praising.

praise kink.

i already knew that. wonder what else layed under that layer of unknowningness.

maybe someday i would tie her to the bed and explore that for myself. '' fuck baby im gonna cum'' i groaned as she keept going.

she looked up at me through thick lashes batting them at me so fucking innocently as if she wasnt sucking me off like a good little whore.

my whore.

our whore.

only fucking ours.

she was waiting for my praise. i came down her throat and the pretty little thing swallowed every fucking drop of it before i pulled out of her tugging my cock back into my boxers, my eyes dropped to her cunt were she too had come leaking out of her.

nicolas was licking his fingers amused.

'' such a good girl for us '' he muttered kissing her neck i opted for her lips claiming them like i wanted to consume her.

perhaps i did.

i wanted to be apart of her, to be carved so fucking deep into her very being she could never leave or think about any other men than me and nicolas.

only us.

'' you did so good baby '' i praised between kisses as i noticed how her eyes were droping. poor baby was tired already.

'' no no baby, dont sleep you gotta eat you've been asleep for so long already'' i told her picking her up in my arms sharing a look with my twin.

he pulled her hair into a low messy bun before following as i carried the pretty baby into the kitchen pepering with kisses.

i swear her body molded with mine so perfectly it was imposible for her not to have been made for us.

for us not to be meant to be.

she was perfect.

even on her bad days.

breathtakingly beutifully fucking perfect.







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