UNDER CONSTRUCTION!
━━━━━ 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄
❝ I'm walking the linе between panic
and losing my mind ❝
FINDING A HOME IN ALEXANDRIA
all hell breaks loose when blythe
meets the new group. connecting
with a boy carl, he helps her break
...
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▇▇▇▇▇ 𝘿𝘼𝙍𝙆𝙎𝙄𝘿𝙀 ❝ CHAPTER THIRTEEN— " normalcy " ❝
tw: abuse, violence, depression, descriptions of suicide / self harm
▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ THE MOMENT LIAM PLACED HIS HANDS ON BLYTHE, CARL GOT PISSED. he ripped his hands away from bly and pushed liam away. "get the hell off her, liam."
liam laughed, "I'm sorry, what did you say to me?"
"I said," carl slowed his words, "get the hell off from her."
"deanna, I have no idea where this aggression is coming from," liam said, "I was only worried for my girlfriend."
deanna nodded, "yes, I can see that, liam."
"carl, maybe it would be best for you to wait outside," she said.
blythe's hand tightened around carls, she didn't feel safe. carl picked up on that instantly.
putting himself in front of blythe and blocking her from liam, he shook his head, "no, I don't think i will."
"carl, this is between miss bradley and mister charter," deanna said, "now please wait in the hall."
carl stood his ground, "no, I won't."
blythe grabbed his arm, raising her lips to his ear, "it's okay carl, just–stay close, please?"
carl glared at liam, but wanting to leave.
"you heard her grimes," liam taunted, "go on."
deanna snapped her fingers, "now! don't make me get your dad involved."
carl turned around, looking at blythe, "you sure?"
blythe slowly nodded her head after a moment of thinking.
carl sighed, woahing she wasn't sure and that she'd want him to stay.
carl left the room, standing right outside the door just in case blythe needed help.
"miss bradley, please come sit down," the woman patted a chair, "we all need to talk."
blythe hesitated, watching as liam sat right next to where deanna pointed.
swallowing her fears, bly fell into the cushion, watching as deanna waited.
"so, miss bradley, liam tells me that you've been experiencing these—random spurts of anger? getting mad at him easily, pushing him into the table, hitting him and cutting his face with glass?" her tone eventually became harsher as she spoke.
"It's getting worse again," liam said, making his voice sound like he was worried.
"miss bradley, we so hoped that you passed through this schizophrenia," deanna said, "you were doing so well."
