Slow Down

Slow Down

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The death of Treeces' father took a toll on her emotions. To live out her fathers legacy, she took after his dangerous and illegal hobby. Street Racing. It's her only outlet for stress and her agony. Despite her mother telling her to stop, she can't. It's the only way she feels like she can still be with her father. Going against her mothers wishes, Treece makes it her full time hobby. Although it pays big bucks, she still is going against the law. Her twin brother, Terrance, a police officer. Put on duty to shut down all races in order to get the biggest promotion of his career. This means he can now have the expenses to give his fiancé the wedding of her dreams and more. But how does he go about busting his own sister? Not having the will to do it on his own, he calls for desperate measures. Meaning, calling on his best friend and co-worker. He can help to lure her in with his charm but will simple emotions be a barrier to their task?
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Siblings

[Completed] There's three of us. Triplets. We all have each other's backs. There's me, Maeve. The one with red eyes. People call me a murder. Satan. Evil. Anything really. All I cared about was not them. Certainly not them. Those people didn't matter to me. What mattered was my other two siblings. Everything I have ever done, was for them. Even if they don't realize it. Even if they think I was the big bad monster. To the world, I was a cold heartless monster but to my siblings? I was loving sister. I was there if one of them have a nightmare. I'm there for them. There's Damien. The oldest out of us. He's the one with white eyes. The one who people who also call Satan and evil and all of that bullshit. You ever wonder if those goddamn bullies got tired of bullying other people? I do. Not the point, stay focused Maeve. What was I saying? Oh right, Damien. He likes cars. Building, tearing them apart, spray painting them, anything about cars. Then there's Angel. Sweet, sweet Angel. She's the youngest out of the group. She has blue eyes, different from us. She's the lucky one, per say. The one who doesn't get bulled. She has the personality like a five year old but we love her to pieces. Me and Damien try to protect her against the evil's of the world. She shouldn't go through that like we did. At least she has a normal childhood, or some part of normal. We didn't have the best childhood growing up. Well, me and Damien didn't. Mother gave Angel the best childhood she ever wanted. Sometimes, only sometimes when she was drunk or whatever with her stupid boyfriend did she punish Angel. That was once every blue moon. She was convinced me and Damien had Satan in us. While Angel, well she thought that Angel was an angel from Heaven. Now, let me stop rambling. This story will be an emotional roller coaster. Especially since we get sent to live with our older half-brothers. Mentions of self-harm, abuse, rape, miscarriage, violence, cursing, suicide attempts.

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