Bloody Mess...

Bloody Mess...

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication mer., nov. 26, 2014
"You don't scare me at all," I growled. Wait, did I just growl? "Oh yeah dog? Well you just wait. Apparently I haven't made your life miserable enough! So here's what's gonna happen," Claire said. "I'm gonna attack you right now and your gonna cry and leave the school just like you were supposed to. You were a mistake. You're not supposed to be alive. Your parents know your a mistake," Claire yelled. That got me going. I pushed her up against the lockers by her neck and pulled back my fist to prepare for the punch. I'm aiming right for her nose job, when she looks like she just saw a ghost. "YOU DO NOT TALK ABOUT ME OR MY FAMILY!" I yelled. She whimpered and tried to slink out of my grip, but I held her tight. "What's the matter girl?" I teased. "Y-your e-eyes," she stuttered. "What about my eyes, dirt bag?" I yelled. Th-they are r-red."
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Love. War. Lies. Nothing stays buried. Emersyn escaped once. But freedom comes with scars, and the past has a way of bleeding through the cracks. As secrets unravel and loyalties fracture, she's forced to decide who she can trust in a world built on betrayal. And Harry Styles, the only person who felt like safety, might be the one who costs her everything. When it comes down to him or her, survival or sacrifice, she knows one thing: She's not making the wrong choice this time. * "Then help me understand." The room tilts. My breath is ragged, his face too close, that quiet demand pulling the ground out from under me. Neither of us moves. There's an inch between us that feels like a cliff edge, almost like one wrong step will send us both over. "I hate you," I whisper, the words tasting like blood and truth. His jaw tightens, and his eyes drag over my face like he's memorizing every line, every crack I swore I'd never let him see. The silence stretches thin; my pulse is hammering so loud it drowns out the world. "Good," he mutters finally, voice rough. **** Started: 1/14/2025 Ended: TBD **** (Cover credit @antiheroics16)

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