Lauron was a normal girl until the day those robbers broke into her house. Leaving her the only member of her family still breathing.
She was found by Silco and became his daughter. And he, her father.
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Everything was perfect. Until the day he...
A/N- i drew a picture of the OC when shes older. it gives u an idea better than that other pic
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idk why its sideways but yah
i like her corset
and yes, ik it looks bad. but live w it
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LAURONS POV:
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I didn't mind Jinx at first. In fact, she became like the younger sister i never had.
But then Silco started to change.
Suddenly, it was like I wasn't there anymore. Even when he did speak to me or give me attention, it was like i was just an annoying kid he didn't want anything to do with.
But Jinx-
Oh, Jinx.
She was the best.
Anything she wanted, she got.
Someone didnt like her or was rude to her? They were never seen or heard from again.
I didn't feel as though it was fair, and i would mention it to Sevika and she would just shrug.
But at least she didn't ignore me when Jinx arrived.
In fact, she didn't like Jinx so she preferred to stay with me, and since Silco never paid any attention to me anymore, she'd let me go on jobs with her.
She became like my mother.
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I was lying on my bed, trying to rest after being nearly killed on the last job i went with Sevika on. She told me it'd be dangerous, but i still wanted to go.
It'd been about 4 years since we took in Jinx, and she was fucking crazy.
Even for a 12 yr old kid, she was dangerous.
and that just made her that much better to Silco.
and that much easier for me to dislike.
"Oh, fffffffffffffff-uck," i murmured as i slowly sat up to check my wound again.
I'd gotten a deep cut on my right arm. I guess since i cant see that side, it makes an easy target.
I stood up and slowly walked to the mirror, aching with every step.
I looked in the mirror at the bandages and noticed the blood soaking through, dripping down my arm and on my pants leg.
