He saw her
His Lottie
She dealt out beers
Shot glasses
Turning away from drunkards
And their far to familiar hand
His fists clenched
This is where she worked
His sweet Lottie
Worked here
Fucking here
She didn't see Ross
So he advanced forward in till a child blocked his way
A little girl crying
A little boy ran over to her and hugged her
The little boy
With black hair
Grey eyes
A nose that no girl could pull off
His features
The boy turned and glared at Ross
"Fuck off"
"Eli momma soda you can't say dat"
The boy looked lovingly at the girl
"I don't give a shit Lil"
He whispered
He adored the girl
"Elijah, Lily come over here"
Lottie called
Her hair was in a bun
She was taller
Her breasts bigger
Her eye looked older
She swept the girl up and held the boys hand
Before looking up
"Ross"
She whispered
And he grinned
"My Lottie"
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Ross and His Lottie
Historia CortaA violent man and a troubled girl A man stood in front of her His eyes held hers He did not trust himself to look at the rest of her Because if her face was this This Fucking Gorgeous Than how would he be able to contain himself At the rest of her B...
