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from the moment I laid eyes on Kieran O’Malley, I knew I was meant to kill him.
They don’t really love you, Felix. They’re pretending. They want to hurt you. They all do.
“These bitches mad mad, they wanna hurt me” 🤣
He spins and stands directly in front of where I’m sitting on the bed. “You on the bottom?” I bite the inside of my cheek to hold back a smirk. “Never have been before, but I guess there’s a first time for everything.”
I’m fucking twenty-three…
Hey twin
I detest social conventions like waving pleasantries every single time you see someone. I find it completely unnecessary and highly ridiculous. We know you exist. We just saw each other a few hours ago.
Okay but he’s not wrong…. Also I’m like at LEAST 80% sure this man is on the autism spectrum
My eyes lift from the notes in my hand to hers. I say nothing, just stare at her for three Mississippis before going back to my work.
I’ve never heard someone spew words the way Emily does. It’s almost medically fascinating.
I’ve lived in Atlanta since I graduated from medical school, only a year prior to me opening my own practice.
Be fucking fr
Perfect for me… Not, I’ll be perfect for it.
He quite literally sucks at life. So I’m going to take it from him, since he doesn’t deserve it anyway.
When I was first caught and sent to prison, I thought momentarily that it might set me free, so to speak. Free from the urges that have defined me for so long. Maybe it would be like rehab and I could finally stop… But as it turns out, I really don’t want to. I’m physically dying to take this asshole’s last breath,
he’s not the only brat in the dungeon.
I’m suddenly eager as hell to ask him if he likes boys. But I don’t want to scare him away if he’s straight. Plus, what would it mean, anyway? What am I going to do, date someone through a wall?
Darcy having a crush on Dash makes so much sense plot wise
Cam and Cassie were lucky their mother had died.
His smell surrounding me… It was overwhelming. But I couldn’t deny that I liked it. A lot. Suddenly, he lifted my hand in his and lapped up the dribble of blood with his tongue.
Oh so he a freak too 😭
“You guys are lucky your dad is so awesome. I wish my dad was like that…” “No, you don’t,” Cassie snapped.
Something grim is happening…
I haven’t eaten anything more than my own fingernails in almost five business days. I know, it’s gross. Let’s move past it, please.
Unfortunately, I can’t hear anything over the vicious sound of my stomach eating itself.
He unlocks the door and steps inside, grinning at me with this sort of imbecilic smile that could only be described as psychotic.
I would see that and think one thing… “help” 😀
that bizarre grin on his face. It’s really giving me the creeps… And I’m a fucking murderer, so that’s saying a lot.
My face pivots in his direction and we lock eyes. His are dark brown, almost black, and devoid of any real emotion. Something I recognize well.
it’s very nice to make your acquaintance, Felix. I’m a… big fan.”
🤠?
Being cuffed is one thing… It happens several times a day, every day in this place. But to be shackled to a chair seems like an entirely different premise. People only strap you down for one reason, and it’s not really something I want to explore.
Facts on facts on facts….
I hop onto the leather chair and settle in. Whatever. They’re already starving me to death. Whatever they’re going to do to me in this room, they’ll do with or without my consent.
Ugh, you’re not wrong 🥲
Dr. Figueroa steps up to me with some devices in his hands. Electrodes. Yippee.
Shocking must really hurt like a bitch because that seems to be a global go-to torture device….
“Patient has not consumed food in five days.
Damn.
“You guys wouldn’t happen to have a can of Dr. Pepper lying around, would you?” I ask gleefully when Figueroa pulls the burger away to wipe my mouth with a napkin. Johansson says nothing. He simply nods at Templeton, who scurries out of the room, returning two minutes later with a red can. “Oh my fucking God, this is perfect,” I practically squeal. “Hey. Fry me, Figs.”
He really accepted his reality with little protest 😭
“I’m Felix,” my voice quavers a bit and I mentally scold myself for being so uncool.
Lmao
My father’s father was one of the best surgeons in the country before he retired,
Imma need more details on this. Was he black too? Cause black surgeon during Jim Crow being considered the best surgeon in the country is sadly unlikely at best….
“Dad.” “Good to see you, Lemuel.” He looks me up and down, his eyes landing on my hair as a slight scowl pulls around his mouth. He’s never been a fan of my dreads.
Relatable. Also, “locs”
baked macaroni casserole,
I ain’t never heard a Black person call baked Mac and cheese a casserole 💀
I help my mother clear the table, because even though I’m sure I hate her, I still have my manners.
I’m screaming
I can’t really see it because I can’t move my head and everything is blurry, but from a glance, it looks sort of like two cloth-wrapped poles at my temples which run up into a teepee-shaped hat, attached to another machine.
I got a bad feeling about the one friend 😣
“I need to put this in your mouth so that you don’t break your teeth or swallow your own tongue,” he says calmly.
They about to shock the fuck out of you….
after all… This is what I deserve.
“Beginning with seventy volts.” As soon as I hear the word volts, my eyes close. This is it. I knew it was coming, but Jesus… Electroshock therapy?? Fuck my life.
The guy dresses like he’s going to step into a helicopter as soon as he’s done speaking with you and be whisked away for a meeting with Jeff Bezos or Kris Jenner or some other wealthy evil genius.
She was kind of mad. I guess you’re supposed to alert the blowing party when you’re going to bust. Who knew?
as I stood there staring at him, my dream boy asleep in my bed, I couldn’t pull myself away. He just looked so perfect. Like he belonged there. The decision was already made. And I was sure he wouldn’t mind…
Don’t do it.
After that, I did the only sensible thing I could think to do. I lost my virginity out of spite.
I’m screaming
even though it was New York City, boys didn’t openly hang all over you the way girls did, unless they knew for a fact you were interested. Don’t ask me why. The whole thing seems kind of skewed, but that’s a whole other topic.
Real
I let Bobby steal my virginity. Literally, because I wasn’t even sure I wanted to do it all the way. But I guess he did. And even though I was the one who found my way inside him, it didn’t feel like I was in charge at all.
If I wanted him to know how I felt, I needed to do something rash. Throw all my cards down onto the table.
I’m begging you…. Don’t.
My face tilted, and I found him standing right next to me, an intense look in his sky-blue eyes. I couldn’t place it, but when his tongue swiped his lower lip, I stood up.
Wait a MINUTE!!!! 🫨🤭
I reached out. I just wanted to touch his sharp jaw, brush that silky obsidian away from his face.
You touched starved little gremlin 😭. I would’ve let him make the first move…
I dropped onto my knees and quickly crawled over him.
HELLO???
the next morning, I was called into the Dean’s office, where they informed me that Isaac was switching rooms, and I was facing expulsion. Fucking bullshit. The whole thing was just a misunderstanding.
It got a little weird though babe….
I saw Isaac around campus a few times after that, but we didn’t speak again until we crossed paths in a gay club in Manhattan a year later.
Even though you did do too much. He kinda bitch made for what he did after 💀
when I arrive and finally meet Manuel Blanco face-to-face, I’m my typical, immensely professional self.
THAT’S what that stone man thing was all about? The tin man act was your “professional self”???? I’m screaming!
I wonder if he brainwashes his employees to keep them loyal… Like a cult leader.
Pretty much
