Convoluted Absolution

Convoluted Absolution

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Though she doesn't see it, she's still angry, her focus trained on her unrevealed counterpart. Suddenly the sound of screeching tires makes her head whip to the left, her mouth opening to gasp and she's rooted to the place in fear. It's like time snaps back with a rubber band effect and with that the car slams into her body, lifting her in the air, screams of panic filling the air as onlookers watch the horrific scene. Gravity becomes her enemy as her body falls to the ground, her bones in awkward unnatural angles. Her chest seems sunk in as her ribs are flatten, the ends caved intl her heart and longs, blood flowing from her mouth as she struggles to take a last breath, her eyes glazed over. Then suddenly I'm ripped out of it abruptly, the only reminder of it is a voice.... whispering in my head. Find Her. - Quinton Augustine "Why must I hide myself from the world? I've given up so much, so many opportunities only because of who I am......what I am." -Lexie Myers
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"It was a mistake..." She told her mother, folding her hands into each other. "Marrying him..." Her mother said nothing, she simply sat there as her only daughter stood across from her, on the verge of collapsing from bruised ribs and cracked shins. "Mom." She wanted to reach out, softly tap her aging mother. Though that was the restriction of her life. The binding stereotype that she was gentle and slow to anger. In reality, what wanted to explode from her ribs was a scream of an animal, and the tears of repressed rage and fear. She wanted to throw her body onto the floor, but the thought made her damaged body ache more. There was no response from her mother. The deafening silence reminded her of her own quietness as her husband shouted at her, his fists bloody. He told her that she was only a tool for his amusement and a money-whore for her indigent family. She was nothing else but a tool for both parties. And she was starting to believe him. --------------------- Sarah Johnsen's life spirals from the normal gritty resilient fight to a serene wonderland. On the outside, she's married to a kind family with untold riches, but on the inside, her husband is the devil himself. Forcefully married at 18, Sarah was forced to kill her own dreams of becoming a doctor in order to bind her poor family to the rich bastards of Glendale by marrying their youngest; Oliver Grean. Their arrangement had the ability to brew the largest timespan of misery any of them has ever known. From lost toddlers to paid staged kidnappings, the binding of the two families, the Johnsen's and the Grean's created a mixture of chaos, confusion, sorrow, fear, grief, and dangerous rage. And there seems to be no haven to escape to. Or is there? (TW: Rape, molestation, abuse, kidnapping, abandonment, swearing, murder, drug use, suicide attempts/thoughts, necrophilia, fire; READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!) !-A series of lore for the Stratford Series (first installment is "Casanova")-! [Final Version]

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