She often took on the role of her mother, either occupying herself with domestic chores, or supplying her body to her father. Depending on the mood he was in, changed how he treated her. One day it would be as a lovemaking charm, the next, simply a target for his fists. Her daily routine ran on a clock, but never once stopped for her to catch a breath. Planned hide outs, prepared escape routes, all busying her head instead of dreams and infatuate relationships. Her life consisted of young brothers, alcohol and inflamed limbs, a life unwanted by...
Teresa Lisbon.
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They Weren't Rosy Cheeks...-The Mentalist
FanfictionThey weren't rosy cheeks because of good health, but scarlet because of the pain that had been cast upon them. The stress relief of their parents, the way to shake away all anguish that hunted them... And yet, what did they do wrong?
