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I figured that If i'm to move up in ranks, I'll need to post more, so I'll give you part eight :P Truth Hurts Part 8 He smiled after our quick kiss and led me outside.
Warning: this is pretty damn bleak, touching on sensitive subjects and contains expletives. A little girl brought up. In a hell hole. Shown a world. Without hope. Starting life off. Around drugs.
Quietly, I bolt the rusted lock on the upstairs door, trying not to make a sound. I then take a black pen off the shelf and trace the fading pentagram on my left hand.
I'm sorry but this is a blog of my day ... You don't have to read it at all ... I just want to get it out ... ------------------ The sun this morning was lovely.
Children are abused in different ways by parents, relatives and strangers these days. It's a sad fact that most people either growing up abused or know someone who has been abused.
#nightdwellers #beginningline The crimson trail disappeared into the night... Tangy spatters from her sweet veins, I feared as I fully regained consciousness.
This is probably the last one of these, although I'll probably post them randomly whenever I'm feeling down.
"Nate" Tiffany muttered as she knocked on the door to their room "We need to talk" She'd just ascended the impossibly long staircase up to her fate, after leaving the baby downstairs with Mollie.
I'm not quite sure what to write. I have so many ideas I can't decide.
-NATE- "Nate?" Tiffany's father said, walking out of his office and almost running into me. "Can I have a word please?" I said, backing him back into his office.
-NATE- "T. Are you okay?" I said, leaping out of bed to realise that she wasn't beside me. "Morning" she said, braced over the toilet. "Aww sweetie, here" I said, scraping her hair off her face.
-TIFFANY- "What date is it today?" I asked, looking across at Nate who was sat up reading The New York Times.
-TIFFANY- At 1.30 I was ready to leave, pacing around the vicinity of the front door nervously. What was going to happen. Would I need to be more made up than this.
We made it out into the garden, and as soon as we did he sat down on the lawn, in plain sight of everyone. I suppose we could do that now, and there was no need to hide in the shadows.
"I've decided to go with... Tiffany" he said, starting to stroke my thigh again. I looked up at him as if to say 'what are you playing at?' Mollie looked over at me, looking a little confused.
Hush little servants please don't cry, If you'll be good we'll give you another lie, We're the only one, the all seeing eye, Fail to listen.
"Where to now, then?" I asked him, starting the engine and putting my seat belt on, "Er... My place.
Five people in two years have been found murdered on the side of the B10 dual carriage way to Cheshum.
---Noah's P.O.V--- I got woke up by my alarm clock reading 6:00am. Ugh, another Monday. Here we go. I jumped out of bed and ran my hand through my hair.
When we got to the drug store, I got out of Becca's car and slammed the door. I ran straight for the door and tried to open it, but it was locked. "Shit." I muttered.
Chapter 13: I sat staring at my phone for fifteen minutes, deliberating if I should send the text or not.
Chapter 7: I was overjoyed to see Maggie sat behind the till when I came in to work. I gave her a warm hug to welcome her back to work and she seemed very pleased to be back where she belonged.
#TheOpussTale These are dark times- the old Queen has been dead for almost a month now and Lord Soren is not pleased. I’m not too thrilled either, as his messenger, the man’s a psychopath.
In a dark, little corner downtown Seven shady figures gathered round, Each as deadly as the next, Each trying to be the baddest.