will she get her dream fairytale with the rockstar? or is she already to far down the rabbit hole?
I guess you'll just have to read and find out
Slash fanfic
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3:25pm LA
I hurled my suitcase up the pebble path, past the over grown bushes I could never afford the gardens to cut, i finally made it to the house. Slamming the door behind me.
As I walked into my empty house, the first thing that struck me was the silence. The only sound was the creaking of the floorboards beneath my feet. The house was completely empty. The blinds were slightly open and the sunlight streamed in, casting long shadows across the floorboards.
The house I spent my whole childhood in, running around, playing house in the living room and kitchen. The house my farther and I spent weeks painting and decorating was now cold and empty. The dishes I could never be bothered to clean were still in the sink, my father's beloved plants I neglected now withered away.
I never fully accepted my dad was gone. At first, it just felt like a physical pain, a heavy weight that sat on my chest and made it hard to breathe. The world around me seemed to have lost its color, and everything felt dull and lifeless, me included.
I feel awful for just leaving Nikki like that but I couldn't care less how he felt this moment in time. I couldn't care how anyone felt including Saul. He hurt me, that son of a bitch how could he do that to me? After everything. You lose yourself trying to hold on to someone who doesn't give a fuck and Saul Hudson clearly does not give a fuck.
So why should I ?
I threw my keys in the dust covered pottery dish beside the door and sunk to my knees. I wanted to be strong for my dad. I wanted to be strong for Lola but sometimes memory sneak back into my head and sink down my cheeks.
I couldn't take it anymore, the agonising pain of the dagger pitched in my hurt was enough for me to just say fuck it. I felt around in my jacket pocket without hesitation I snatched up the bag of powder in no time, along with the wooden box containing a lighter and a needle.
If Saul wants to call me pycho I'll show him first hand with front row seats on how quickly my downfall will soon a cure. I'm done being a push over. A sweet fragile little girl who people only seem to sympathise with when it's about her mother who abandoned her or her dead father.
I closed the blinds and slid down the wall back down to my knees, I fiddled with the gear long enough for me to work out what to do with this shit and in no time I pierced the needle into my vein. The high fell over me quicker then I could comprehend, the feeling of the drug flowing throw my veins gave off a tingling feeling that bit at my lips and finger tips. Finally I met my blissful high and every muscle and bone in my body felt numb, I could feel the slight patter of my heart beating but apart from that, it was all silent.
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Lola's pov:
I first met Mia when I was 7 and she was 9, my mom had taken me to the park that day. She sat me down on the swings and told me she would back in a few minutes, I watched her get into a black car with a strange man who wasn't my farther and that was the last time I saw her. I must of cried for hours on that swing, all alone. Until, a girl came and sat beside me on the swings. She had light brown hair and blue eyes.
