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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 29, 2007 21:41:08 GMT
I groan, as my head hits the wall, closing my eyes, the trying to push him off again but to no use.
"Like it fucking matters Avery, how many people even know we're married, five?"
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Post by Tom Avery on Nov 1, 2007 1:29:55 GMT
"You think only five.." Tom mutters to himself. "Five people, sure. Five people here." He adds with a bitter chuckle. "You're a fucking slut..." He groans and looks down at her, fire in his eyes. He slaps her once more then stalks over to the other wall, leaning against it.
Just kill it...one swift kick would do the trick...
"No..." Tom mutter softly, not really noticing, nor careing that he said it aloud.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Nov 1, 2007 20:40:26 GMT
I flinch as his hand comes in contact again, my cheek stinging as he walks to the other wall.
Run. Run now.
My legs wouldn't move, and my breath was caught in my throat.
I raise my hand to my cheek, knowing a bruise would show but not caring all that much at the moment.
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Post by Tom Avery on Nov 18, 2007 20:53:40 GMT
"You know I'm not that bad," He says knowing full well he is. "You just make me like this."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Nov 22, 2007 4:09:51 GMT
"Liar. Fucking Liar." The words are out of my mouth before I can stop myself. I flinch, instantly wanting to take them back.
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