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💔Five💔

That drawling voice continued , maliciously and carelessly stringing out the words , like a life that repeatedly strung you along. 

"Going somewhere?"

That is all it took. Those two most simple words , yet seemingly the most questioning. Full of malice , passion , and negative traits.

Cold.

Empty.

Fathomless.

The entirety of my brother is one huge bundle.

With my family as a side dish.

And , yet again , served on a silver platter to match.

Almost graciously , I hauntingly swivelled around to prepare for my hamartia.

"No" I reply , attempting but failing to make my trembling and quivering voice sound threatening and defensive.

However , there was something different in the tone.

Something almost sweet , teasing even.

It was not who I thought it was.

So I gritted my teeth, planted my feet more firmly on the ground, opened my slotted eyes , and prepared myself for the everlasting , returning , repetitive greeting of my incessant fate.

Again , something that I would regret for life.

For it was not a Blake who spoke , but a Granger.

That same Granger that claimed he was just like me.

That same Granger who had offered me a deal.

Our surnames do not represent our family ties , or who we are related to,

They represent our sides.

What we view as good and evil.

They are good , we are evil.

We do not want in any other way.

I do not say "them".

I say we.

For a very special , negative , and traitorous reason.

And no amount of begging , pleading , and wishing is going to change that.

Some things are just meant to be.

Oh that Granger? 

That Granger is  my own dear brother.

Always.

Once more.

Forever.