The Broad had always been loved by many. By her mother and her father. By her sister and brother. Even by her friends and her lovers.
But it was ever enough.
She wanted more. She wanted everyone to love her. To want her. To adore her. Its all she ever wanted. Spotlight.
As she grew older she had started to catch the eyes of males. Young and old. She bathed in the sight and basked in the glory. She had suitors from all over.
But it was never enough.
No matter how many adored her she still felt neglected in a way. As a child she felt this often, being the middle child. Not being born first made her have barely any responsibility or pressure and not being born last made her not have all the attention that a baby would have. She felt alone.
That is, until she met the thug.
He was calm and alluring, and his gaze was piercing and full of indescribable depth. Most of the time he would show up blazed and babble on about the most intricate theories. But she loved it.
She had never met anyone like him.
But she soon learned he had some baggage. He wasn't just what he presented. He came with hardship, and with that hardship she had to be able to put his troubles before hers. And at first it seemed as though she could do it. She was finally starting to feel an importance to life she hadn't felt before.
But it didnt last.
She secretly became tired of him not giving her all his attention. She had grown fond of him, more fond than any of the other suitors before him but she didnt know how much more she could take. She grew restless trying to keep her need for adoration at bay. But she needed him.
And so she began to sneak about.
She decided to acknowledge the flirtatious state's of his friends behind his back. She had never snuck about like this. She would just drop one person for another because she could. But she couldnt seem to let go of this one. She felt a deep connection of sorts and thought that maybe she had fallen in love. If thats what it was she was determined not to let it go.
But nothing was for certain.
So she snuck around with his friends one by one. Beckoning them to come, and love her with mere looks and small brushes of her hands against them. They would be rattled and jump into her deep abyss of lustful gazes and false promises. Soon enough she had become sloppy. She slipped up.
The Carver was her downfall. He had noticed how she would ignore him in front of the thug. He did not appreciate it. He grew angry and wanted to get back at her.So he asked her for more than what she typically gave to him.
He asked for a photo.
He asked her for proof of her promise of lust and like for him. She refused at first, but once he got all of her other boytoys to fall back and leave her alone she became desperate for the attention.
So she gave in.
She sent him numerous photos. Some of her most private affairs on show. Things she had tried to never show anyone. They were all there. All in his hands.
He won.
He soon after sent them to his friends and told every person he know about them.
Including the Angel. Who soon after told the Thug.
The Broad had finally truly lost.
She was angry with herself. How could she have been so stupid? How could she slip up? She was done with the attention. She had gotten too much all too soon. Everyone knew of the pictures. She couldnt change that. But she could prove to the Thug she could change. And she would. No matter how long it took. Even if it meant he would never be hers again, she would change and she would never let him down again.
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Misconception
RomanceHe doesn't want her. She's after him. He had it all but dropped it for her. He's done with her shit. She's done with both of them.. and its all just one big game. But all games must come to an end... good luck.
