"'Cause
Crush culture makes me wanna spill my guts out
I know what you're doin', trying to get me to pursue you
Crush culture makes me wanna spill my guts out
Spill my guts out, spill my guts out"
[SEASON ONE-FOUR]
sarah cameron x fem!oc
cover by @h...
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Clara froze the moment she spotted Marley and Cleo lingering at the edge of the alleyway. The two sisters stood in the dim light cast by the flickering streetlamp, their presence immediately setting her on edge. Clara's fingers twitched at her sides, her pulse drumming hard against her ribs. She hadn't seen them in weeks-hadn't wanted to see them after everything that had happened.
Her voice came out sharp and wary. "What are you guys doing here?"
Cleo tilted her head, a smirk tugging at her lips, eyes glinting with amusement as if she found the situation funny. "Oh, you're the pretty girl... Sarah, wasn't it?"
Clara's brow furrowed, her irritation flaring. "What?"
Marley shot Cleo a warning look, but her sister didn't seem to care.
Clara's stomach twisted with unease. The fact that they were here-standing in front of her like this-meant something was wrong. And then it hit her.
Her expression hardened. "What about my girlfriend?" she asked, taking a step forward. "Where is she?"
Cleo's smirk didn't waver. "She's gone."
A cold wave of panic rushed through Clara's veins. The world around her seemed to tilt, her heartbeat ringing in her ears.
"Gone where?" she demanded, her voice sharper now, more urgent.
Marley's expression was unreadable, but there was something in her eyes-something hesitant. "Just come with us, Clara," she said evenly.
Clara let out a humorless laugh, shaking her head. "Why the hell should I? You two ratted me out to the cops," she snapped, her anger simmering just beneath the surface.
Marley exhaled, her lips pressing into a tight line. "I had nothing to do with that," she muttered, but there was something tired in her voice.
Cleo, on the other hand, seemed completely unfazed. She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest like she was bored of the conversation. "She's with the boss," she said, her voice light, almost mocking. "Aka Marley's dad. He's been looking all over town for you."
Clara felt something dark coil in her gut.
Marley's dad.
That man had been a shadow looming over her life, even when he wasn't physically there. And now, if he had her-
