"We are here to honor and remember James L. Jones"
one might have been sad and upset in this type of situation but Harper was nothing of the sort.
She felt like throwing herself at something, she felt like punching through a wall.
Her brothers death was not an accident nor something that was to come naturally.
He was dead.
Gone.
"He was not only taken from us to young. But also taken from us just before he could make a difference"
her hands felt like they where on fire and she almost ran out of the room.
She couldn't do this.
She just couldn't.
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Our Broken Beginning
Fanfiction"I hate you!" She had been backed into a wall keeping her from moving even the slightest away. "If you hate me...why do you do this" He placed a hand into her hip, skidding it down...down. She couldn't take it anymore. "Don't touch me" She grow...
