"do you need anything? like, milk before you go to bed?" he asked me as i pulled down the sheets, getting ready to lay down on his memory foam mattress.
"n-no thank you, i think i'll be okay." i whispered with a soft tone, climbing into the bed and sprawling my legs out like a starfish.
"okay.. but Evelynn?" he spoke with a questionable tone. "i just want you to know that im not going to hurt you.. anymore. you're safe with me."
i doubt it. i havent been safe since i was ripped from the streets.
i'm not safe. not here, not at home, not in my mind.
"okay." i croaked out with a dull tone.
"goodnight, sweet dreams" he said before rolling over, with his back against me.
i can't have sweet dreams.
sweet dreams are now completely oblivious to me now.
nothing can ever be sweet to me. i can never have a happy, safe, or calm life.
everything has to be fucked up. it feels like nothing can ever go right for me.
i'm tired of living like this.
why should i have to live like this? what have i ever done to somebody else that made me deserve this?
this is bullshit.
complete and utter bullshit.
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im so sorry, i know a lot of people enjoy this story, and im thankful for that!! but goddamn, writers block is a son of a bitch.
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my kidnapper is my savior. /Billie Joe Armstrong/ DISCONTINUED
Fiksi Penggemar"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.
