All That Glitters

All That Glitters

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Summary: My response to the writing prompt: "She showed up at his door, soaking wet, bruised and covered in glitter." I couldn't not write this and it got out of hand. I'm sorry. Notes: This story has never seen a beta despite myself, so I apologize in advance for anything that doesn't make sense, any grammar and spelling mistakes and my horrible taste. Don't hesitate to let me know if you find anything incredibly distracting or horrible (or nice for that matter.) Also a big thanks to my tumblr community, especially supernovacoffee, for keeping focussed and sending me sexy Janeway gifs :D "You are all deliciously naughty and that's okay in my book."
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The "Please..." I hear her whimper and I go into full panic mode. "Calm down, okay? Deep breaths. Don't hang up. I'll be with you soon. Where are you?" I rush as I grab the car key sitting on the glass table. I run into the garage with my dad behind me. "What do you need?" Dad asks "A room. A big one." He runs back inside as I hear her voice again. "Basement...blood...Elle..." I hear sounds of movement in the background and connect the dots. Elle's bleeding, or something... "Deep breaths baby, deep breaths. It's okay, you're okay" I murmur reassuring words to her, thankful that there's no traffic. Several thoughts run through my mind as I drove to her house. The last time we spoke, she could barely stand me, but now she's calling me. I feel kinda used, but now's not the time to think about that. I reach her house in a matter of minutes and shove the door open. The house is quiet, save for my heavy breathing and footsteps. I reach the basement and take in the sight in front of me. Blair cradles her brutally beaten-up sister in her lap as she rocks herself back and forth blinking very frequently. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Currently being edited Look out for cringe worthy typos and plot loopholes

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