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“You’re fucking mine. You’ve always been fucking mine.”
“I will not lose you again.”
“You’re fucking mine,” he states possessively.
“I was a coward. For what it’s worth, I never should have left. No matter how hard you pushed me away. Walking away was the biggest mistake of my life.”
He’s a fucking monster… just like me. I can’t resist his darkness.
I’m being driven by wordless need. Pure, frantic need to simply be owned by someone again. The empty void in my chest is demanding relief.
We’re like two broken shards of glass, smashed and scattered beyond repair. As the pieces mingle together, you can’t tell which bit came from where. It doesn’t even matter anymore. You just have a worthless mess, but it’s still irreplaceable.
Hudson is too broken for anyone else. I am too broken for anyone else. I fucking hate him, but there’s a hellish part of my brain that is still addicted.
We need each other, and there’s no denying that ugly truth. I need his toxic love like a heroi...
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“You always liked it dirty. Your pussy is mine, no matter what you say. Don’t fucking forget that fact ever again or there will be hell to pay.”
She’s tearing our group apart at the seams and loving every second of it. I’ve got to intervene and stop this before it’s too late and the damage is irreversible. We can’t be undone by a screwed-up chick with zero morals.
I can’t lose them. None of us will survive this place alone.
“You’re in or you’re out. It’s that simple. Choose us or walk away and don’t look back.”
“We aren’t a family by blood, but necessity. You don’t get to pick favourites or turn us against one another. We all care about you.”
“Let me make it simple for you, then. I’m a nice guy, but when someone threatens those I care about, I can be your worst nightmare. Either pull your shit together and join the group or get away from us all. No more playing childish games.”
She can’t choose only one of us. It will kill us all with jealousy. Anyway, the truth is, I don’t want her to choose. We all need her, just in different ways. She’s the missing piece of the puzzle.
“What if I don’t deserve you guys? What if you’d all be better off without me here?”
“Bullshit,” I call her out. “Every single one of us has issues in some way. Why the hell do you think we’re here?”
“Phoenix is a dealer turned addict who sold his soul to the devil to provide for his family. You haven’t seen him in a manic episode yet, but trust me, it ain’t pretty.”
“There’s Hudson,” I continue. “The hot-headed asshole who can’t go a day without beating on someone or fucking to deal with his guilt.”
“Then you’ve got Eli, the silent, tortured soul, so traumatised by his past that he can’t look at a match without breaking down and cutting himself. He hasn’t spoken since he was a kid.”
“You know how far back my demons reach, Brooke. I’m a control freak who can’t help but pick up lost causes to try to fix, no matter how pathetic and desperate for love that makes me.”
“You’re not pathetic,” she whispers.
“Aren’t I? None of us are perfect, but you don’t have to be to take up space in the world. None of us are getting out if we don’t have each other’s back...
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I’ll save this stubborn bitch, even if it’s the last thing I do.
I will keep this family together, one way or another. If Brooklyn wants to screw with my guys, then there isn’t going to be any special treatment. We’re a fucking family, and families share.
“You’re all fucking ours, Brooke.”
I swear I hear him whisper something, sounding a lot like ours.
“Apparently, he thought Eli was possessed by a demon. He used to beat him whenever he spoke. Eventually, he stopped talking, and he hasn’t said a word since.”
He literally beat the voice out of Eli. It’s fucking sick. I’m heartbroken on Eli’s behalf. He was just a kid, and they stole his tongue, before trying to steal the rest of him too.
He burned me… just like he was burned.
You’re not allowed to live. Even if it kills them. Even if they want to follow you to hell.
I can’t stop thinking about her. Every day she ignores me is fucking torture.
I hate her and hate how powerless she makes me feel. I’m nothing more than a puppy trailing after her, begging for any crumb of attention.
“You’re my boy, not that witch’s. Keep your head together, and I will fix this mess.”
“You’re a good man, Hudson. Don’t forget that. I love you so much.”
Good man. I’m nowhere near the person she thinks I am. Not even on a good day. But I’ll damn well try to be just for the chance of making her proud.
She’s my fucking girl. I should be the one looking after her.
Brooklyn’s always been my anchor, even in the years since we’ve been apart.
She’s still fucking mine, though.
Do you ever stop to think about how the past defines you? Most people don’t. They just shake it off and move on. I’ve never been like that.
but the pain of living is far heavier.
My original wound is ancient, yet still tragically present.
I’ve spent every day since that car wreck fighting it. Since my mother lost her battle and tried to kill us all, just to appease the monsters in her mind.
I’m done fighting. Utterly, inarguably done.
“I don’t want to die!” I scream, feeling my tears spill over. “I’m fucking afraid. I don’t want to die! But I have no choice. I have to do what they tell me to. That was always the plan.”
There’s something wrong with this place. Sadie was right. Bad things happen here.
he just picked all the lost causes and has no hope of fixing us.
How dare he fucking die and escape his punishment early. I’m still trapped, the real prisoner in this screwed-up situation.
I will hold my tongue for the rest of my life before I subject myself to that particular form of evil again.
