Women Lie, Too (Lesbian)(Not Edited)

Women Lie, Too (Lesbian)(Not Edited)

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Love doesn't come without a scar or two. Bree has a dramatic world unfolding around her and she has to do her best to keep it together. Between the liars and the insecure, she has no idea where to start. Love is on her list to obtained but what will she put up with to have it? Being Bree is no cake walk, she has had a past like no other and will do her best to keep her skeletons in the closet. But that is not an easy task when your past is walking, talking, and vengeful? ***** I pace the floor crying from anger, he can't take my son! That's my son! He wasn't there for her, I was! F*ck, I should have pulled that trigger when I had the chance. "I hope you are praying for God to forgive you b*tch!" I feel the cool metal of the barrel touch my temple. I take a deep breath as he cocks the gun. "My son doesn't need to be corrupted by a wanna be n*ggah, he needs a man. Not a dirty ass stud! All you ever did was ruin Angel! She was mine!" I sent a mental "I love you" to Channing...
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Bree doesn't do love anymore. Not since the accident. Not since the life she built was taken from her in the quiet blink of a moment. Now she keeps things simple. Drinks too much. Sleeps with women who don't ask questions. Keeps her heart buried somewhere between a barstool and the back porch. Then Harper comes back. The girl from summers past. The one who knew her before the world got sharp. Bree tells herself it's nothing. Just a ghost of a friendship. A familiar face passing through. But something's shifting. And the more she tries to ignore it... the more it demands to be seen. Some wounds don't scar over. Some hearts don't stay buried.

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