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“Seriously? I’ to piss myself because you want to hold my hand?”

“Don’t judge me”

“It’s kind of hard not to” She smiled “No one has ever held my hand before” She rubbed at her temple “This is weird You know that?”

“Yep, but I can’t do anything about it I just have to accept that I’m weird”

She released a breath “Fine We’re both weird Let’s do this”

She held her hand out and he didn’t even hesitate He took hold of her hand His grip was fir

He led her out of the rooers were locked tight together

“What was it like to kill your parents?” she asked

He took the heavy in the air The house was old and in desperate need of repair Most of the paint had peeled off the walls She’d seen horrible places and had even slept in so on the street, but when you consider rape a better alternative, you know your life is fucked

He stopped at a door that looked nicer, cleaner than the other rooms The door hite with a few cracks in the wood

“Parent, I only killed one”

“What was it like?”

“You’re not going to kill your parents”

“I know I’ to ine, don’t you think?”

“You don’t have a proble my dad?”