I hate everything about her. Her face, her eyes, her mouth. She try's to drive Lila away from me but I know Lila will always be mine. I wish she could be closer to me. Her bare skin on mine. Her arms are smooth and soft. If only Layla could rot in a hole that I dug. A whole where rotten things go. Emmy gets me. But in a different way. She lets me do whatever I please and still comes back for more. The sanctuary is over sweet haven and I hope one day Lila will come to her senses and join us, or just me. Where the rules can be bent and reality shifts into this sick, beautiful heaven. Where I belong. Where Emmy belongs. Where Lila needs to be. Where we all most lay together in harmony and sweet, sweet symphony.
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The Barrats
RandomThe Barrat's are not your average family. Dealing with individual problems that only they know of. They don't know how to handle it and maybe one wrong move can move the mask that hides their true selves from the world.
