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All Apologies

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The bright lights were blinding. The audience was screaming. As Quincy finished his solo, he stared off into the audience as his final note rung out. All these people screamed his name, cheering for him and begging him to play one last song. Women jumped and called his name while their boyfriends stood and listened to that one last note, both ignoring each other in his presence. Sweat was dripping down his face and chest. He was panting like a dog in the heat of the stage lights. As his final note faded, he took a bow, smiling wider than he ever had before and blowing kisses into the audience. He straightened himself up and raised a hand to rest on the mic. "Thank you.. Thank you all for being here tonight.." He said between restless breaths. "I'd like to play one last song for you". The audience cheered and shouted positivity at him. Anyone could tell they would stay there forever if they could, but all good things must come to an end. "This one's called.. Actually no, I'll let you guess." Quincy smirked at the audience before raising his guitar pick in the air, taking one big breath and- *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+* Quincy Howland is talented. He's really talented. His heaven would be an audience of thousands and his guitar. He hates his parents. They've never done him much good anyway. All they do is put a roof over his head. Nothing more, nothing less. He needs to escape. Harriet Tilden couldn't care less. She's sarcastic and blunt. Her parents pass her around like a hot potato. She wants a break from reality. Somewhere to escape to when things get too much. She's living in relative poverty and she's sick to death of everything. Then they meet their escape. Each other. TW: A lot of bad language, some sexual scenes, drug and alcohol misuse (a lot of the time underage), mentions of suicide, self harm, homophobia, racism. Please don't read if you're not comfy with this. If you need it my DMs are open <33
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I'm about to tell you a story about a girl. A normal girl. A girl that had no cares in the world, until her trust for it was stripped away. When you read her story, you'll find yourself trusting her, loving her, rooting for her. But you see, not everyone gets to trust the world. Not everyone has a happy ending. --- Halfway through the kiss however, his attitude changed; instead of being a loving embrace, it became a fierce trap. His grip on her waist tightened, trapped her where she was instead of simply holding her where he wanted her. The hand in her hair grabbed a section of it, enforcing his demand for her not to go anywhere. Before she knew what was happening, he left go of her hair, and pushed her to the ground. She gasped, suddenly able to breathe. He stood up and walked over to her. He placed a soft hand on her cheek, just like he used to when he was telling her how special she was to him. None of the emotion was there this time however, all she could feel radiating from his was rage. "You shouldn't have run off, babe," he said bitterly. "I was about to show you how much I loved you. Instead, I now have to show you what happens when you anger me." --- The men regarded her, before she was shoved to the ground and one produced a whip. There, laying broken on the floor, as the other girls watched, she was whipped. Slowly, she felt her skin breaking in time with her heart and her will.

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