b l a c k || r o s e s

"but the roses were only
to drain my inspiration,
the promises were spoiled
before they left your lips..."

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the man that Lola Garcia
loved the most had
always been her father.
so when that man betrays
her trust in the most
monumental way possible,
how could she ever learn
to love another?

????

her idea of love had been warped and twisted into something that more resembled the most sinful of atrocities. a middle-aged man, tied to you by bloodline and paternal duties, with his hairy hands parting your prepubescent knees in your babydoll nightdress - abused under the guise of a father's love.
and her pathological desire for an older man's approval puts her in a downward spiral straight into the tatted up arms of 22 year old Daniel Matthews.

a greasy mechanic who managed his father's Harley Davidson motorbike garage and well known for being involved in other dodgy business. the only woman whom he'd not yet abused was Mary Jane and his beloved mother, a shrew who didn't really know how to love her sons.

drawn to his scarred skin and witty tongue, Lola was naïve to believe that she could fix him up in her broken down state. Daniel didn't help to keep her realistic expectations at bay either, because he couldn't help but gravitate towards her.

for them, loving each other was like the stressful one-step-at-a-time process of diffusing a bomb. a mistake could be fatal, because they were both reading to explode.