Chaos *On Hold*

Chaos *On Hold*

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Dolan Twins
Maybe it was because of the fact that they shared so many similarities, but still managed to be two complete polar opposites. Maybe it was because of their personalities, likes, dislikes, and who they were as a person, or just the blatant idea of adventure, thrill, choice, and exposure to new things and ways, that I have (actually scratch that), would never have experienced if it weren't for them. Whatever the reason, or reasons being, it didn't matter. It didn't matter, because in the end, I only found myself being drawn in. I was drawn in long enough to have to let go because I got lost. I found myself without boundaries, without rules... and worst of all, without any control. I found two people, who at the time, made my life great and brought me great highs, but at the same time, with those highs came lows. I found two best friends. However, I also found myself falling apart. I found myself slipping through the ruins of life, through my very own fingers, without being able to see it through my very own eyes. Don't jump to conclusions though, they affected me, but they're not to blame. You see, the very own contributor was myself. There was chaos And I was that chaos.
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It's weird how two people can change your whole life, for the better or worse. Grayson Dolan and Ethan Dolan book Started: June 2018 Ended: August 2018 *still being edited* -some part of the story below- "what if I don't want to be a da-" his lips closed as his eyes centered on my jaw. I furrowed my brows, subconsciously softly pressing my finger tips onto it. I watched as his jaw clenched, his fist ball up so hard his knuckles became a ghostly white, and his eyes become hooded. He took a step forward as I took another back. He didn't care much for the movement, grabbing onto my forearm and pulling me towards him. "what the fuck happened?" He growled, his minty-vodka breath fanning my face. With the hand not holding me in place, he softly touched my jaw. His rough calloused fingers and soft touch were a contrast to the anger seething from his body. It wasn't until then I remembered the bruises. "what do you mean?" I innocently asked, yanking my arm from his grasp. I tried to back away, but he held onto my chin with his fingers, glaring daggers into my eyes. His orbs suddenly turned a lighter shade, inspecting the damage done. "who hurt you?" His eyes not once left the bruises. I was ashamed but the anger boiling below my surface was becoming hotter and hotter and soon I would explode. "hickeys. Leave me the fuck alone, I'm fine." I said between teeth, pulling away once again. This time he took me by surprise, actually letting me walk away. I turned on my heel until he grabbed my shoulder and pulled me close. "That's not a hickey, I've seen hickeys. I've given hickeys. That is not a hickey. Now answer my damn question, who fucking hurt you!" At this point, the whole crowed turned to watch us. "You. You hurt me."

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