velociraptorsz
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𝙀𝙇𝙀𝙊𝙉𝙊𝙍 𝙃𝙊𝙇𝙇𝘼𝙉𝘿 had never stood a chance of 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 the cycle - not when the same cursed blood that ran through his veins, ran through hers.
Eleonor never really felt like she belonged anywhere. At home, her mom's eyes were always too wide, too empty-surrounded by those dark rings that never went away.
Her dad barely moved from the couch, empty beer bottles scattered around his feet, the TV always playing some hurling game no one really cared about.
And Shane-always pissed off at something. Always looking for a reason to snap.
She never wanted to be there. Not really. Not ever.
She got passed from one house to the next. Foster care from foster care. No one really wanted her. Not the real her. Most of the time, it felt like they just wanted her to be quiet, obedient-easy to handle. Not another traumatized kid. Not another mouth to feed, especially one that talked back or cried at night.
Then, when she was six, something different happened. She ended up in a home where people actually saw her. Not through her, not around her-but her. Like she mattered.
There were two other kids. And there was Joey Lynch-a boy who had his own kind of quiet chaos, but who made her feel like maybe... maybe she wasn't alone in her mess.
And maybe, somehow, the two of them could figure out how to break the cycle. The heaviness that always seemed to follow kids like them.
𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐙, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓.
𝙤𝙘 𝙭 𝙟𝙤𝙚𝙮 𝙡𝙮𝙣𝙘𝙝.
𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.
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