Cold Hearted
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Última publicación vie, ago 30, 2013
"I'm not gonna hurt you." He whispered carefully.
I glared at him, narrowing my eyes. "You're a liar. Lies, lies, lies, lies. All you ever do is lie and you know it."
Everett Soren.
He was a cute little kid. But he had issues. No body listened to him. He screamed for help but no body heard him. Everyone liked to torment him instead.
Sometimes you should be careful what you say to people. It doesn't hurt you, but you don't know what goes on inside their head. And by shutting your mouth, you could save a life. Your life. Because for all you know, they could come after you.
And that's what Everett Soren did.
He came after you.
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