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Just as you think it's nice and quiet Along comes the boy to start up a riot Every time they've not got the kids Their relationship seems to hit the skids He's home this morning for they've had a...
“Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way”- Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina Chapter 1, line 1. Stetson wandered over to the car. The raised voices behind were no...
It's like I'm reliving my childhood again I thought I had surpassed these belittling ways " I did this yesterday" so " It's your turn today" " I cleaned the kitchen" so " You clean the...
Call it what you will... Call it what you like, there's two sides to this argument even if it takes all night. Call it what you will, may I suggest you just chill...
My friends are great but they live some tough lives out of school. My best friend Autumn has a strange mother who makes her only eat salads and she's so skinny.
Chapter 1 (part 9) The boys eventually went and got food while we were still shopping. I think that they were just bored and didn't want to keep shopping with us.
Logan's POV Adam punched me in the nose. It started to bleed heavily immediately. "YOU LEAVE HER ALONE OR I WILL CALL THE POLICE!" Shouted Adam as he paced the cold, concrete floor.
I closed my bedroom door, and I sat on the floor. Fed up of the lies that'd made me feel sad and mad. I shut out everything around me, feeling rather safe in this haven I called my room.
Ben got back really late. I heard him come in, even from the bedroom. He stubbed his toe on something and swore softly. I decided to go and see him.
There's a banging A constant knocking sound You hear that. No. Well I'll be damned You can't hear a knocking. A constant banging sound You know why that is. Because you're being loud.
*contains swearing* How dare you. Talk to me that way. Screaming@ the top of your voice Determined to have your say. Who the fuck do you think you are. Acting up like this.
#emotion #grumpy What's wrong with you. I'm trying to nap. I don't even know why you came. You do that again, I'm going to snap. I've had it with your kind of game. No tug of war. No racing to...
Crash. Goes the cutlery as I do not try too hard to put it away gently. Slam. The kitchen drawers are rudely opened and closed impolitely. Humph. I am NOT happy with this situation!.
She sat beside me in the bed. She wants to give me head. But I can't remember what she said. Filling up my head with her fears, woes, troubles and debt. She's pushing me to my headache limits.
"Please don't leave me!" Tilly was sobbing, clear tears streaming down her cheeks. "Why. You treat me like I don't have feelings.
Let's pretend no one can hear us. Let's hurl insults across the room at each other. Let's take a small issue and blow it up sky high. Let's fire words throw the space like they're bullets.
CHAPTER 11 I couldn't believe my ears. You may be thinking 'big deal its just a house?' but you wouldn't if you saw the size of Max's house you would change your mind. It's tiny.
Every bleedin' budget it's the same ol' bleedin' fing, Up goes bleedin' petrol, and the same goes for me drink, It's gettin' so us workin men can't 'ave our perks in peace, An' as for bleedin'...
WARNING: lots of swearing. A good reason though....
When I woke up from my drug induced sleep, Adam was no longer beside me. The throbbing in my head had dulled slightly.
You block my creative flow When you're here I just stop My energy goes into making you tea and ironing your shirts and cleaning your socks I have no time for me.
18th July 5:01 am I woke up the next morning and the sun was blaring through my curtains. I got up and trudged downstairs. I paused and saw a banner hanging up on the kitchen wall.
Chapter 22 " who I am?!". He sounded angry. As if it was my fault. He went to the bed again. Zipped the bag. It was closed and I had no idea what he was hiding. " please leave, I don't want you here.
That night, all of us ate dinner together as a family. Everything was perfect until my Mom walked into the door. "Annie, you're coming home right now!" She yelled.