"please, forgive me."
seriously? FORGIVE him? w h a t t h e a c t u a l f u c k i s g o i n g o n
he yanked me from my home, he used me as a fake wife for his drug business, decided to keep me trapped 23 hours a day between four walls and left me to go insane.
yet, he wants forgiveness? i hope he wants to suck my big fat ass, because thats the only forgiveness he deserves.
but to his belief, all is well.
"y-you're forgiven. all i ask is that you take me out of that hellhole, please." i could hardly finish my sentence without a croak in my voice.
i want to spite him. i want him to receive my entire wrath of pain he has put me through during my time with him.
i want him to bleed.
but i don't want to hurt him. i don't like hurting people.
no matter how many people hurt me.
"deal. you can be placed back with me, but under strict regulations."
he couldn't even look me in the eye anymore.
his gaze was focused at the concrete flooring on his back patio.
regardless of the resentment and frustration i had for this man, i couldn't stand to see him heartbroken like this.
my heart, body, mind and soul desires to put all of my effort into making him feel better.
making him feel okay.
but i'm petrified to even breathe the wrong way.
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i am such a bad, lazy writer at this point.
no wifi, no laptop charger, no motivation to write.
but i'm working on it. i promise.
i apolgize if this wasn't the chapter that you hoped for, but its something
k thanks bye luv u
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my kidnapper is my savior. /Billie Joe Armstrong/ DISCONTINUED
Fanfiction"tell that slut daughter of yours to go get us a carton of ciggies." that was the order from my step father, that changed my life forever.
