Broken Streetfighter

Broken Streetfighter

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Highest Rankings; Abuse:16 Action-31 Alone-38 brokenfamily-2 Disguise-62 badluck-76 ------- "Stop lying to yourself! You know you did it! Admit it already!" They were getting angrier by the second. Ergo, involuntarily I looked up. Searching for the source of the voices anonymously. All of them were prevail compared to me, I was in a vulnerable position. Already breaking down, seeing things. I could see my dad smiling at me maliciously. I started backing away frantically. Searching for an exit. As he kept approaching me with slow strides. He was getting antsy. He then fastened his strides and went to grab me by my hair. The voices were still in the background, forcing their presence in my mind. I flinched, but I felt no pain. I looked around there was no one. The voices were getting even louder by the moment. ------- -The story improves. -Will include warnings. -Some lines as in jokes/sad/sarcastic aren't original since I'd have it in mind. Just to be honest. -Story plot is completely original. -All rights reserved.
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"Damn it, Mason, you can't fix me. I'm not some used car that needs an oil change." I'm standing at the edge of my driveway. If I take one step towards that house, then I go back to my life. The life I've had since Mason left. Since he abandoned me. If I turn around. If I take one second to look into his eyes. I don't think I'll be able to resist throwing myself in his arms. "I'm shattered, Mason. Like a dusty vase that's been ignored for too long." "You know the best thing about broken vases, Mel? You just need three things to make them whole." I decide to go along with his speech. "Faith, trust, and pixie dust?" I muse. "Tape, glue, and someone willing to fix it. And I'm right here, Mel."

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