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Liberty Jones
I've always been told I have the face of an angle but the soul of the devil. I didn't care though, my father wanted to disown me and my mother after dying of cancer would definitely be upset with the way I turned out. At least that's what my father said.
My dad was the reverend of our small home town in Sydney Australia. Every Sunday the whole town got together and listen to my dad preach about some dude in the sky. God never did anything for me. I mean look how I turned out?
I'm eighteen according to my dad I'm still a little girl. Though according to the government I'm legal, I fell in love with a man who's thirty. Sure we met when I was younger but no one has to know that and if they do they should never tell.
His name is Luke Hemmings, blonde hair and glistening blue eyes similar to mine. I met him when I was fifteen. Back when I was pure and innocent. He would help my dad out with some heavy lifting.
Luke was in trouble with the law, he had a lot of marks but my dad never held it against him. Thought he was trying to change but the only thing he was changing was me.
*I was crying on the stoop of the barn doors my dad said he had a meeting with someone but it would only last a couple of minutes that he would be by my side.
Luke had came around and offered me a cloth to dry my eyes with. I thanked him and he asked if he could sit next to me. I moved over and he placed his hand on my back in a soothing manner.
"May I ask what's making you sad?" He asked. I told him, I told him my first love Charles Randol had kissed me. We had been going out for a solid two weeks, he said I sucked at kissing wish he could take back that kiss his first kiss.
Luke laughed and he noticed it seemed to just get me more upset. "I'm sure you're not that bad, he just doesn't know how to kiss I bet" he tells me and I looked back up at him with tears in my eyes.
"Can I try ?" He asked me and I allowed him to. I allowed him to place his rough hand on my cheek and kiss me. *
Sadly Luke was a little busy paying his sentence in prison for having weed on him and to be fair it wasn't his it was mine. He loved me so much he took the fall for me.
I opened up the all familiar beaten down brown door and hear it creak so loudly. I watched as everyone watched me walk into the front row. Just because I hate church doesn't mean I don't go to it.
I spot Calum Hood in the middle with his mother and sister. He's probably the most innocent I've ever done. He wasn't all that good but he was getting better. I sent a wink his way were I know for a fact the blood didn't just run only to his cheeks. His mother glared at me, I m*an his name so loud when she's home just to piss her off. She's just upset her virgin boy isn't so pure.
Then we had biker Ashton Irwin in the back row who only came to watch my as* shake in short shorts. He was definitely the most roughest. Don't get me wrong it's exciting but it's definitely not marriageable.
Lastly we have Michael Clifford. Some how they are all friends. I don't even want to get into what they might have in common. Our family's were close, well mostly only mike and his mom and my mom and I. The Clifford family always wanted a girl but after Michael they're was only a miscarriage.
I pushed mike away after my mom died because there was nothing really keeping us together. We just didn't click like we used to.
I'm thinking so much about this it's stressing me out I need a damn cigarette. I excuse myself and walk fast towards the exit when I get out I notice a familiar red Cadillac (1959). With a familiar man on the hood of it.
"Baby" I smile and he swings me with his arm careful not to burn me with the cigarette in his other. "I need that" I tell him and he lifts it above his head.
"Not until I get a little smooch" he tells me and I peak him on the lips. "Not good enough, it's been three months" he tells me. I know what many of you are thinking. Three months is a little hectic not when he had other debts to pay.
So I kissed him and allowed my tongue to slip in mouth. When I knew he was getting into it his hand lowered making it easy for me to snatch the cig and inhale it.
"I really think you should quit, you have beautiful pearly whites wouldn't want to stain them like I did" he tells me showing me a hint of yellow on his.
I couldn't believe it, he gets me hooked on it and now he wants me to quit. "I'll tell you what, I'll quit if you do" I tell me taking another quick drag before dropping it and stepping on it.
