Playground

by Aron Beauregard

One that often preoccupied her wicked mind. A place that no one else but her could possibly understand.

You can't begin to understand my twisted mind core

Geraldine wasn’t upset her mother wasn’t riding her father’s face. She was upset she wasn’t riding hers.

Ew :[

malicious meat

Ayo girl that meat malicious

“I love you. Don’t worry, I’m—I’m gonna protect you,” Isaac whispered. He was lying through his teeth. Things would never be all right with Sam gone.

He didn't even say "it'll be alright." ????

It wasn’t a ride designed to derive pleasure; it was a ride of doom.

Omg really???? No wayyyyyyyy