Dysfunctional
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Last published Sun, Jan 8, 2017
"Your Broken Val, Just as broken as me alright, so you can quit the act. I know your an orphan and the only reason your trying to amount to something is because you don't amount to anything. You don't have a reason to be here anymore, so your trying soo hard to fight for importance. For a spot In someone's life,anybody's life, because you don't have anyone. "
"Your wrong!" I shout and walk away from stiles in a hurry. How the hell can Beastly Stiles tell me who I am ?!
"Am I ?" he shouts ."Or are you too caught up in your own little fucking world to realize that this is not you. This isn't val, the old val I mean, The you who was fucking destroyed !"
"Shut up !" I turn around and yell.
"Make me!" He yells.
I charge after stiles with tears on my face. Tears I haven't seen since my family was murdered...
~
Dysfunctional - In which a not so popular anymore Val, is sucked into the mystery world of 'Stiles', and the two fight to solve investigations while battling internal battles , death and relationships.
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