This is my first story so judge kindly.
suicide squad story
Sadie Remirez was born with a tattoo on the back of both of her hands. The young parents didn't know what they were so they didn't worry. That was there first mistake. Fast forward 30 year...
I don't really know how the drink I use in this story taste I am just going off of what I have read The picture up top is Jake WARNING: TALKS ABOUT ABUSE
Sadie's POV
I walked into the bar and sat down knowing that Harls would want to make drinks. I felt an arm wrap around my waist and Floyd sat beside me. "So sugar what ya want?" "Ya remember when I told you my favourite drink?" "Yea." "That one." "One Adios Motherfucker it is sugar." Floyd turned me to him "why that one?" "It's strong and good." "OK Harley make that two." "You got it." That was when the others showed up and got their drinks. Floyd got a sip of his and made a face. "How do you drink that it taste horrible." "I like it. So any one want to talk." "Sadie why don't we tell stories." Harls suggested eagerly. "Why not we don't know that much about each other. Who wants to go first?" "I will!" Harley said sitting on the bar. "OK I was a psychiatrist who was assigned to watch the Joker." I had heard this story a lot so I just zoned out. Apparently I had zoned out long enough for them to get to me. That sucked cause I wanted to hear some of the stories. "OK so where should I start. Harls?" "Start at the beginning honey with the tattoos." "OK. So the place I'm gonna start is my birth I guess my parents where named Sarah and Zack. When I was born I had these on the backs of my hands." I said gesturing to the tattoos.
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"My mother Sarah was a latina while my father was a good old southern half latino man no one would expect what started happening 12 years later. You see over time I started developing my powers and gaining control." I said pouring water in my hand and making a house.
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Pretend it's made of water I can't find one
"And as I gained control mi mama y papi got harder and harder on me about not using them. According to my sister they had already either driven my older brother away or killed him. But me being young and innocent ,and not knowing about my brother at the time, didn't know what was going on that is until my little sister was born. After my little sister was born my parents didn't let me do anything. I got punished for everything." I could feel Floyd's hand tightening on my waist so I rubbed his hand. "So as my sister and I got older the beatings got worse I tended to be their emotional outlet for anger and I took it. But it's when I also got a little wild. I started getting tattoos, piercings, and hanging out with "bad people". At first it was just getting these done." I said motioning to my ears.
