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“Your legs should be your pride and joy, Molloy,”
“I’ll be seeing ya, Molloy.”
“He hurt you,” he croaked out. “You don’t hit girls.”
“I’m not your babe, Molloy.” “Whose fault is that?” she came right back with, not looking away and not backing down. “Hmm. I wonder.”
“because if I have any chance of getting over you, I need to be with a boy who’s the complete opposite”
care. I care. I care,” he repeated, eyes locked on mine as his hand moved up to cup my neck. “Too much.” “See?” Blowing out a ragged breath, I sagged forward, letting my head fall against his chest. “That’s all I wanted to hear.” “I know, Molloy.” Resting his chin on my head, he sighed heavily. “I know.”
“And nice legs.”
“And fuck him.” That’s my girl. “That’s the spirit.”
“So, we’re besties?” she asked, holding her pinkie finger up. “Fuck it.” I shrugged and hooked mine around hers. “Why not?”
“I’m irreplaceable.” That she was.
I haven’t been able to find her for the last hour and a half.” “That’s because she was out here playing with Joe, silly,”
Half this book summarized.
“I’ll be seeing ya, Molloy,”
“I’ll be seeing ya, Molloy,”
nobody wore heartbreak quite like my sister.
“I w-want to d-die,” she continued to cry, choking hard on her tears. “I w-want to n-not be h-here anymore.” “You can’t go dying on me,” I tried to coax, as terror filled my veins. “What would I do without you, huh?”
“I’m your big brother. I will always stick up for you.”
“If she so much as looks at my sister again, I’ll kill you.”
If boys were fairground rides, Joey Lynch would be the roller coaster.”
This kiss was going to have consequences, I realized. Huge, heart-stopping, feeling-igniting consequences.
the urge to protect her had been so strong that my need to get her safely away from my father had eclipsed everything else in that moment.
Dangerous fucking lips,
She blew out a shaky breath and nodded. “Oh, I’ve been sold on you for a long time now, Joey Lynch.”
“Have you seen your girl?” Joey taunted. “Of course I was interested. In fact, I was very fucking interested. Still am.”
“It’ll be safe with me, Joe.” “What will?” “Your trust.”
“You need to run.” She shook her head. “I don’t run.” “Run,” I desperately urged. “Run, Molloy.” “I’m staying right here,” she whispered. “With you.”
“The quintessential lost boy.” Her lips grazed mine as she spoke. “Don’t worry, Peter Pan, I’ll be your Wendy.”
“I’ll be seeing ya, Molloy,”
“I’m n-not w-worth getting h-hurt over.” “You are worth it,”
“Nice legs.”
“Molloy?” “What?” “Do you hate me?” No, I love you. “Go to sleep, Joey.”
His beautiful face was completely mangled.
“I’m a mess, in case ya haven’t noticed.” “Yeah, I’ve noticed,” I shot back, curling my fingers around his wrist as I pulled him back to me. “Do you see me running?”
“Okay, Molloy,” he whispered, wrapping me up in his arms. “I’ll try.”
Instantly, I recognized said legs as the ones that almost cut off my circulation when they were wrapped around my neck the other night.
“Nice shirt.” “Nice legs.”
Interrupted by a Flanker
GIBSIE IS A FLANKER
This is so Gibsie coded
“Hey, Cap,” this Gibs lad said in a cheerful tone. “I was only providing some safety precautions.”
Bro I knew it was Gibsie💔
And I hated myself for being weak enough to need it.
“Because the only time that I allow myself to feel anything is when I’m with you.”
“They fuck like they fight: all in and with one hundred percent effort.”
Oh?? My gosh???
You’re with my ex and I’m with yours.” Smiling, she flashed a shiny gold bracelet on her wrist. “And unlike you, I’ll be sure to appreciate the upgrade.”
Who’s gonna tell her…
“You are my business, asshole!”
“You can either come or you can kill me,” he warned, prying my thighs open. “You can’t do both.” “The first one,” I quickly replied, breathless. “I can do the second one later.”
“I’m not your boyfriend, Molloy.” “Oh yeah, I forgot,” she shot back with a grin. “You’re my bitch.”
“I took a chance on that boy, and I’m glad that I did because the man that small boy turned into is a man who I am damn proud of.”
Sinking to my knees on the blood-smeared floor, I just stared helplessly at the small child leaning over the side of the toilet and the steady flow of blood coming from his nose.
“It doesn’t matter,” I wheezed as the pain of having my seven-year-old nose broken threatened to consume me. “I don’t care,” I continued to say over and over, hoping that if I said it enough times it might come true.
doesn’t matter,” Tadhg replied, giving me a horrible taste of déjà vu. “I don’t care.”
“Dad hit Shannon,” Tadhg bit out. “So I hit Dad.” He spat out another glob of bloodied snot. “Dad hits harder.”
