the siren † john seed

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Liquorice was sat on her couch, stressed.

"You let him fuckińg treat you like an object, a piece of meat! Lana—" Started Dylan, but was quickly cut off by the girl.

"Don't call me Lana! It's Liquorice!"

Dylan was pacing the open space, trying not to raise his voice at her, for she might cry.

He looked as if he were to explode. He inherited his anger from his father, Sebastian Dylan Mercy Browne. A trait the male Browne's are infamous for.

"You shouldn't talk though Dylan, you act if I am a-a—" Suddenly Liquorice could feel her bottom lip trembling, her brain stopping her from blurting the word out.

"A what?" Asked Dylan, trying so hard to contain himself from strangling her right there.

After Dylan walked out of the service, Liquorice was left red-faced with embarrassment. She hid her face, trying so hard to forget Dylan.

Eventually, the service ended, and Dylan was outside, waiting for Liquorice. Dylan almost punched out John Seed, and god the look of fear on Dylan's face when people suddenly pulled guns on him was priceless.

Liquorice managed to calm everyone but herself down with her high charismatic self.

John was the hardest to calm down, a glare set on Dylan, and a small gun in his hands.

"Nothing." Liquorice murmurs, shying away from the cold gaze Dylan had on her. Dylan's eyes changed to dark-green, a threatening glint behind them.

Dylan was acting as if he owned her. It was almost pathetic in a way. She thought about how she should cut him off completely.

Suddenly, Dylan changed before her eyes.

Dylan left her more scarred than anyone could scar her, she felt a piece of herself rip itself out of her.

She watched with blurred eyes as Dylan left her house. She was on the ground, a hand on her cheek.

She couldn't believe it. She wanted so badly for it to not be true, for she might've found a friend in this suddenly chilling place.

As the door slammed shut, she let out a sob.

He had slapped her across the face.

She's been slapped before, but this one seemed deeper, sharper. She never realized he loathed her that much.

She was left a crying mess on her rug, her darkened makeup dripping off her cheek and hitting the floor.

She suddenly couldn't be in her house anymore.

She just ran out with no shoes, a mindless action.

The moon was hidden behind a cloud, the darkness hiding her sadness and anger.

As she got a small distance from her house, she screamed into the darkness of the night. She was so angry, her arms were left shaking.

She was so stupid. She smelled how toxic he was from the first conversation, but she ignored it. She didn't want to come off as rude and close-minded.

She sucked in breaths as attempts to stop her from shaking so much.

After calming down, she sat down. She was overwhelmed by everything and anything.

She pats her pockets, looking for her only way to release with such a thing. She longed to escape her stress with the only thing she knew to do that. Cigarettes.

She was caught off guard when someone puts a hand on her shoulder. She pulls her hand away from her pocket.

"Are you okay?" A woman asks her, rubbing her back as Liquorice relaxed.

Liquorice wipes the mascara off her cheeks with the back of her hand and nods. "I am now."

Liquorice looks to the woman, who was slowly sitting down beside her. Her hand was still on her back.

"You sounded angry."

Liquorice got a better view of the woman as she sat down, the moon shining right on their faces.

The woman was a soft-eyed doll who wore a lacy white dress. She wore flowers in her light brown hair.

Liquorice believed she was an angel. She was beautiful.

"Sorry you had to hear my screaming, I swear I don't scream a lot." Liquorice smiles to the pretty woman. The woman lets out a small giggle.

"You're Liquorice right?" She asks before they fall into silence.

All Liquorice could do was nod. She was a bit shocked this woman knew her name.

Suddenly the woman's eyes light up.

"I'm Faith Seed," Faith introduces herself to Liquorice. Faith had a subtle glow to her. "But I'm guessing you've heard already."

Liquorice looks away. She hasn't heard of the name Faith Seed before, which was a shocker.

"You haven't?" Faith says after seeing her reaction. Faith felt a bit relieved because she does get called nasty names. "Don't worry, I'm not angry or disappointed or anything, you can look at me again."

Liquorice did look back to her, a very small smile on her face.

"Not to scare you or anything, but you're very talked about in my family."

That's when she realizes. John was pretty much a Seed, so was The Father. Faith was related to them.

Liquorice looked at Faith with a furrowed eyebrow.

"It's not bad or anything—I swear!" Faith quickly says.

Faith looks closer to Liquorice, as the moon shifted to perfectly pour onto the woman's face. Liquorice radiated sadness.

"What happened to your cheek?"

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