Dark Twisted Love

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ermined before I could even blink, and the prospect of a normal childhood was never on the table for me. I wasn't exactly a wanted presence, and I certainly didn't choose to exist. Yet,

tle puppets, manipulated at his whim and discarded when he deemed us no longer useful. I wasn't a ch

curse more than it had ever been a blessing, and the day that I was forced to understand what that really meant was als

d the people who thought they were

by default. I wasn't safe here in Chicago, and if it weren't for the promise I intended to keep to my sister, I would've hightai

out my papa, without any morals or honour, and then, just as quick as the questi

told what to do or how to do it. The life I was born into wasn't one I wanted, and I

do with the scene in front of me. One would think that after working here for so long, my revulsion for this place

me. His arm was draped over a girl as he slowly took a sip of something cold from a glass, h

my digit as his grin fell, replaced by a harsh glare. His bloody knuc

hatever he wanted to whomever he wanted without t

were objects and

ait to paint that

nside me not to go over there and shove one

illing onto the brown wooden table he was sitting at. The booth was small and

blood. It was everywhere, and I swallowed thickly at the reminder that I would have to help clean it up tonight. Under

rned 'business' owner looking for someone to work the bar at his pub. I didn't see any pr

d outcome. Which was why when the prick sitting across the room cornered me on my break and grope

hat hug my ass.". He also made it a point to demand that I be fired for punching

posed to get tonight, double the bets, just so that he wouldn't wa

it was a win-

s bul

dump a long time ago. I've been here a while, and I knew the downs that came with it. I'd done my research on this place be

high level of tolerance to put up

o take anybody's sh*t. I'd been silenced and tormented all my lif

ost horrifying sc

to have your voi

ng, I twisted my head and glanced at the man sitting at the end of the bar. He was wearing a dark hoodie over his head, preventing me from

rom ear to ear. I took a look at the tattoos on his hands and then looked up at his face aga

my shoulder in a careless shrug. It was the

d. "Not enough blood. Those fuckers moved around each other like two sc

my laugh. "I

and narrowed my eyes. "Is there something you wanted? Like, um, I don't know, a drink?" I asked pointedly, r

put a hand over his heart. "Rude. Well, B