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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-N O S T A L G I C- "And life went on. It was not the same. But it went on." -storydj _________________________
Liam sat stiff in his chair as a lit cigarette rested between his tatted fingers. The afternoon sun was beaming down on the sidewalk as a person every now and then passed by the tattoo shop.
The blonde haired man, groaned internally and took a drag of his cigarette as his eyes bored into the open laptop screen.
'Was it really that much to ask?' Liam thought. "I told him 1:30 and it's going on 2:50." Liam muttered with the slight roll of his eyes.
His eyes seemed more heavier today...the faint memory of his night terror making his body feel cold.
A faint ding filled the room. He sat up quickly as a email came in from an unknown person with a file attached. He sighed deeply and put out the cigarette in his ashtray, his ears picking up the faint sound of someone coming into the shop.
Even though his office was in the back.
Just as Liam opened the email, his door swung open and revealed a dark skinned man, his short curly hair now gone as he had a fresh buzz cut with waves.
Liam looked up at the man, his brows frowned. This man. Liam shook his head.
"André, what are you doing here?" Liam asked giving his attention back to his laptop, clicking on the long awaited file.
Series of pictures, police reports, and written notes popped up on his screen.
André rolled his eyes at the large man and limped into the office planting himself on the dark brown chair in front of his desk.
The dark skinned man cringed and shifted in his seat. "You need better chairs Liam—I feel like I'm sitting on wood." Liam raised an eyebrow at his friend, his eyes scanning over the words on the document.
"Hey, do you by any chance know if Juliette and Chris are still a thing or-"
"What are you doing here André?" Liam cut his friend off from his inevitable rant about how hot his sister is.
He was, quite frankly, tried of hearing his best friend pathetically fawn over his older sister who is married and has a kid.
The blonde man's brows furrowed as he came across a few pictures on the attached document. "Putain d'enfer." He muttered, zooming in on the picture.
André sighed dramatically, clearly not liking how he wasn't getting his friends' full attention.
He situated himself in the uncomfortable chair, now sitting sideways as his long legs hung over the side. Liam looked up from his computer briefly and stifled his laugh at the contorted position André placed himself in.
