You'd only hoped Carl was kind. The tea was bitter, the biscuit tasted off.
Heh, you didn't like him anyways.
You lie in fetal position on the ground groaning. Your vision doubled, you became dizzy and in pain. Tears steamed down your face now.
He came in. "Oh god, Brooke!" He rushed over to you.
And it all went black.
Next morning you were awaken by a soft nuzzle of the cat. He walked in and placed a cold rag over your forehead.
"It's okay, my love." He stroked your hand.
This was uh, much better than the screaming.
"You'll be okay.."
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" Our Cherry Tree "
RomanceYou waited. He never came into your room anymore. "Brooke, my love?" He called from outside but you never listened. You only cried, you poor thing. He insisted "Let me in, let me know you're alive! Unlock the door!" The man with no mercy pleaded. Yo...
