Graves

by Katelyn Taylor

We have the same black hair, the same six foot five build, the same sharp chin, and the same dimples when we smile. The only difference is that I have blue eyes, while Dominic has brown.

damn idk which one i like more

I’m five foot eight,

relatable

“Are you okay?” I can’t help but let out a humorless laugh. “Me?” He nods seriously. “He touched you.”

“I can take care of myself,” I say as his fingers tangle in my hair. “I know, I’ve seen you hold your own just fine. It doesn’t mean you should have to.”

Judge Allen Martinez. I’ll come up with his home address later and make sure to check on him. I heard there was going to be a terrible gas leak.

It’s not because I’m lazy, I really do try, but when one too many things need to be done, my anxiety gets the better of me. I get overstimulated, and I disassociate.

real

I skip the bra because those things are medieval torture devices, and I refuse to wear one for any longer than necessary.

“Because you’re not as breakable as Blake. She needs someone to dote on her.”

oh FUCK NO!

“I’ve never raped you, angel. You’ve never told me no, never pushed me away from you. You’ve always been willing and giving of your body, a gift I treasure.” “You made me think you were someone else, that’s rape, Zayden!”

I don't like him. He knows he's deadass wrong!