Chapter 210
We take the back way in; his breathing has changed. So does mine |
This is good. This never has a good outcome for either of them with Cassim showing up at random times of the right. []
We come to a halt in from of Kennedy’s old hem. Only waist height weeds remain. The engine dots off. ||
Behind hislih, iberr js movement from eyes that are seeing the mode, but the inside of his mind. ||
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memories? Will they be the dee of mind like the steret utsnyhe told me of how Kennedy was an attint? Her favorite medium was working with charcoal. Hep Hin black and would smudge everything the touched. That disrytrailstaff, sweet green tummed into ajralssen green in the same breath. He then told me, the likeli muler hin draw pirtiers on his bode with her fingertips. He hit the wheel hard, alinée Hoomelande meat of hi
It was purple, black, but faded fast to the color of an termipe grach. Then the color tumed to rose petals and started to blaze Salad, deepted when he put out of his track, slamming the door and screaming for Clan to come to him.
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vipitting sparks hummell. This was their matem. No one to stopitle provsanales from destroying themishem. Not each other, Themselves)
Two males for the same female fighting. Except the female in a m
rin a memory, a ghost. Neither gets her if they win the light When Canim decided to fight with teeth, Clayton told him. I fight with fists only. I can’t kill you men though Iward to Trespect your father and Dallas too much, Cadrhh my best friend. My only friend I’m not raining that we can fight with firts whenever you need to, but term teeth, Cach, Never Teeth:”|||
Casino spin blood, straming “I want your
your throat
roat” Clayton stood there facing Cassius.||
You can’t have my throat, only fits Cash Clayton called the Alpha to pick up his son. The wall was long. I peed my pants. Not one i rucice.
Violence is my trigger.
I won’t them that saw fighting or their blood seed on the breeze. It was silver sliding against my skin, my blood in my nose and down my throat it was that I heard. Heavy
thing the closer they got Slipping, Falling, tripping over and against Crawling to get away Bining.||
shadows were changing shape. Some was behind me I was sure of it. Shapes became the bodies of men. The sound of urine in my nose, laughter. The hit of pain was my own Sound was dangerous, but I didn’t learn that until much later with my rapenres.[]
I didn’t understand that he loved the sound of pain, misery. He loved the sound I made the height of the pain almost took over completely, right before the body fold upon melf and shuts down ||
He thought if he could make memories of pain that would trying to run I never stopped trying I never stopped when he thought I was dead. They were upset with him as he put me in a plattin garbage bag they left me for dead at the dump. The sound of Clapton’s voice was what brought me out of that memory. He kept speaking to me until Llooked at him.
“Tom female. I won’t hurt him Calm down. You’re Treasure, right? I was told about you was the first time Clayin spoke to me I couldn’t answer him because the smell of wine and plastic was everpidere i couldaste the imala that memory. I made a sound deep in my throw, and Casus mopped fighting with Clayton
Nathung warted to move on my body. Not even my head of my hands to pick up my glasses that dropped at my pa–mained feet.Clayton had to handle Cassius for boom before his father came. The Alpha stammed into the territory load enough for my bladder to release itself again. He picked me up, and I climbed his body, trying to press myself underneath the Silver back
are you all right?” The voice of Cassius shuffles this memories away
Tuning in a dark truck with him, isoking at waist high seeds where a hose used to stand not long ago. (
His hared is om my thigh, art, a squeeze of flesh fromthe pad of his fingers. I with his fingers would leave some kind of mark on my thin. He’s too gentle. Always so gentle with me. I think Besatral tulum me. I could never be hurt by his touch ||
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Shaking, Nat Bican fright
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(check, to press against the skin of my neck where my pulse feels thready and weak
Tell me what’s wrong. Tree? There is a lowessi
sess to lis yuice that makes my deres dve forward’s started to use this sound on me, and it make my knees shake, and my belly
