𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 is a selective mute. Ever since her mother died, she felt like life was hopeless. That she didn't deserve love. Her father is never home. Her step-brother uses any excuse to hit and punish her and her stepmother is too ob...
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I N C L I N A T I O N "Is that all you want to be? Liked? Wouldn't you rather be passionately and voraciously desired?" -Margaret Atwood _____________________
Petite chérie✨ hi and yes I'm fine my brother was just worried about me.
Liam stared down at his phone with a growing smirk. While they were rushing out of the library Liam swiftly got a hold of her phone and put his number in, making sure not to look at anything else. He was pretty fond of the nickname her gave her for his phone, it fit her perfectly.
Liam was in his garage standing next to his bike smiling like an idiot looking down at his phone. Realizing what he was supposed to be doing he made his way out of the modern garage. Entering his spacious living room he quickly walked up the stairs and headed straight to his room.
Making it to his room he let out a sigh he didn't know he was holding. The room was dark and modern. The bluish light of the night lit his room through the windows as his now bare feet walked over to his night stand.
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Liam removed his shirt and pants detaching the knife that was on his ankle and setting it in his nightstand along with his silver and gold gun.
Liam noticed the glass of water and his sleeping meds sitting on the nightstand. He glared at the pills and sat at the end of his bed. "Fuck you." He muttered under his breath staring at the pill bottle.
The last thing Liam wanted to do was sleep so without a second thought he pulled out his phone and FaceTimed Izabela. He knew there was a chance she wouldn't answer—but it never hurt to try.
Izabela sat down at her desk with a pencil in between her lips as she stared down at her advanced chemistry homework. She was having a little trouble understanding a certain formula. She realized how late it was, but she had to finish her homework or she'll ruin her turn-in streak which was a definite no for her.
Izabela's phone rang causing her to freeze at the name on her screen. Quickly recovering from her shock, she rushed and answered the call setting her phone up in front of her.
