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"She’s dead" Like the other ti with her

This guy has green eyes and they soften like he’s apologetic "I know I’m sorry I’ve received some new evidence that er curls withinsense of insanity is what I fight daily For years, I’ve heard the whispers froossips in town, felt the stares of the kids in class, and I’ve sensed the pity of the n of Terror I clai doubt in my soul

Suicide

It’s what everyone in town says happened It’s in every hushed conversation people have the moment I turn ive two shits about, but the people who I consider fahts and focus on what my father and the club have told me--what I have chosen to believe "Myhis head and I’ this Not with him Not with anyone "I’ out the keys to my motorcycle as I bound down the steps The detective’s behind me He has a slow, steady stride and it irritatesas I swingover my bike

"What if I told you I don’t think it was an accident," he says

Odds are it wasn’t Odds are every whispered taunt in my direction is true That h of a reason for her to choose life

To drown hiuy must be as suicidal as people say Mo I won’t run him down

"Thoine in warning He raises his chin like he’s finally pissed and his eyes narrow onto respectmy road name, I’ll respect him for a few seconds "Leave me the fuck alone"

Damn if the man doesn’t possess balls the size of Montana He steps closer to me and drops a bomb "I have reason to believe your mom was murdered"

Breanna

I HAD BUTTERFLIES

It was a co type and then they died with the utterance of one question It’s difficult to , explaining why he’s asked what he has of me He stands a safe distance away--a little over one purple locker’s worth "I need your help with this, Bre"