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“You can’t tell me what to do, Joe,” I growled, feeling a combination of drunk and dizzy. “You don’t own me.” “Well, that’s bad fucking luck on my account, because you sure as shit own me!”
Drunk or not, his words hit me like a wrecking ball to the chest. Feeling the air whoosh from my lungs, I glared up at him, feeling a torrent of emotions crashing through me. “Why would you say that to me?” “Because it’s the truth.” “Since when?” “Since I was twelve.”
My shaylaaasssss
I followed after her, knowing that this girl was by far my greatest addiction.
“But I was never sure if you could ever truly open yourself up in that way to anyone.” “Not anyone, Molloy,” I told her. “Just you.”
“Ride or die, Joe.” Fuck me…
“Ride or die, Molloy.”
“I know your son is worth loving, worth saving, even if the rest of the world can’t see it.” Even if he can’t see it himself.
“I’ve loved your daughter for six years,” Joey finally broke his silence by saying. “I can easily love her for another eighteen.”
I love himmmmm
“He’s going to make it hard.” “Nothing worth having comes easy.” “And it’s going to get worse before it gets better.”
