Evan was trying to break free from my parents. My stepdad, 48 years old 5’11 tattooed baggy pants limp knee long brown hair obviously an OG punk rocker turned metal head dad. My mom, 36 year old 4’11 two tattoos fairly heavy short brown hair obviously an old poser who listened to backstreet boys and the Beatles but claimed to be rock.
“let him go.”
I growled caring less about myself and more about him. My sister, a poser and a simp who’s also 5’11 though only 15(19 for those of you who adjusted the age).
“Why? Do you really think this little sinner loves you?”
My stepdad asked cruelly as he prevented Evan from speaking.
“He’s not just some sinner he’s and Rockstar and he loves me more than anyone in this family ever has”
My sister was about to punch me again but before she ever could I unraveled my bandages form my bloody wrists and choke her with them before kicking my mom in the face knowing my stepdad would let go of Evan to check on the others.
“Evan are you alright?”
I checked on him as I ran into his arms even though I was bleeding again.
“I’m alright princess”
He reassured me before the security dragged my family out and the doctors recleaned and wrapped my wrists.
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RomantizmAn emo fanfiction By Lily Death About Tx2 or Evan Thomas This is fictional and is not meant to be taken seriously. While the characters in this story have real people's names this story is pure fiction and should not be taken literally, the charact...
