love potion no.9 // j.d

love potion no.9 // j.d

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{POSTPONED} "i held my nose, i closed my eyes, i took a drink." ♡♡♡ dark chocolate eyes held the gaze of the sun, her golden orbs shimmering with caution and interest. he was captivated by her. the bitter smell of turpentine fell from his parted lips and he grinned. ignoring the gawking looks of the suburban families around him, the man stopped at a single table where the pretty bust-gal was perched. her hand ceased in scrubbing the already clean surface and her eyes squinted as she smiled, "is there something i can do for you, sir?" the previously confident man was now flustered, he glanced at the rubberneckers around him and his companion, before nodding shortly. "you can go to the drive in with me, angel darlin'." he turned on his heel while tapping his watch, "8pm." BASED OFF OF LOVE POTION NO.9 BY THE CLOVERS, 1967.
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"Actually I do. I'm working", I said with no emotion at all. They didn't deserve it. They don't get to know how I have felt through the years without them, I'm happy here. "Nope, your coming out to dinner away from this dump with your brothers and father", He said whilst looking around in discust. I rolled my eyes at him which he looked pretty shocked at. "Look Stone, Im not that 6 year old you can just boss around and fuck over anymore, I can take care of myself, Ive been doing that for my whole life so far, so why not the rest, so either order something or get the fuck out", I said to him getting faster and faster as I spoke. The boys gasped when I swore at Stone. He, on the other hand, looked furious. Matilda is 16 years old, with 5 older brother, 5 terrifying older brothers in who she hates with a passion. They left her to deal with their father wrath, to live their own lives far away. She now lives alone, in a dangerous and dirty neighbourhood, but she doesn't care, as long as she is far away from those she is suppose to call family. But when they all turn up for Christmas, hoping for happy times and warm hugs, she is instilled with fear and pure anger. Will she accept them, or will they stop trying? She couldn't care less, she was always the forgotten child. #1 - abuse #1 - brothers #2 - family #1 - siblings #1 - forgotten #1 - independent #1 - only daughter #1 - alone #1 - Brother

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