She laid her head on his shoulder with a smile. "Aren't you glad I speak more than one language?"
“My writer has been doing tests all day and his mind is broccoli soup now and he’s nervous for his next test right now and it’s physics and I DIDNT REVIEW. FUCK ME,”
Darren stayed out of sight from the camera but held her hand.
Lillian watched as her mother appeared on the screen. She was in prison garb and had a clearly fake smile on her face. She squeezed Darren's hand before saying in a cold tone, "Hello mother."
Lillian hated the way it sounded, but it was the only way to not have her voice shake. Kathryn said in a warm very harsh tone, "Hello Lillian. Are you enjoying your freedom? How's the boy? You know the one that beat me black and blue. You got rid of him didn't you, for beating your mother?"
"I didn't dump him," Lillian responded, "He-"
Her mother cut her off, "Then your a really just a slutty whore."
Lillian froze and one of the guards started speaking to Kathryn before she was pulled away from the screen and the call ended. Lillian was still staring at the empty black screen.
Darren kissed her cheek. “You’re not a whore. You’re perfect,”
She laid her head on his shoulder with a smile. "Aren't you glad I speak more than one language?"
“My writer has been doing tests all day and his mind is broccoli soup now and he’s nervous for his next test right now and it’s physics and I DIDNT REVIEW. FUCK ME,”
"You and me both. My writer has had 4 tests and 4 candy canes too! Not to mention a bunch of dessert for drama club. She's on a massive sugar rush and still has one more class."
"Rest in piece Darren IRL. May is soup brain not fail him."
Darren kissed her cheek. “You’re not a whore. You’re perfect,”
Lillian nodded and slowly shut the laptop leaning into Darren.
She laid her head on his shoulder with a smile. "Aren't you glad I speak more than one language?"
“My writer has been doing tests all day and his mind is broccoli soup now and he’s nervous for his next test right now and it’s physics and I DIDNT REVIEW. FUCK ME,”
"You and me both. My writer has had 4 tests and 4 candy canes too! Not to mention a bunch of dessert for drama club. She's on a massive sugar rush and still has one more class."
“I’m done. I probably failed but I don’t care anymore,”
"Rest in piece Darren IRL. May is soup brain not fail him."
“It probs did,”
Darren kissed her cheek. “You’re not a whore. You’re perfect,”
Lillian nodded and slowly shut the laptop leaning into Darren.
He put his arm around her. “That was a pointless Skype call,”
"I had even more sugar with a couple of cookies and a chocolate covered cupcake. With frosting in the middle! Yeah, I'm starting to regret it."
"Welp."
Lillian sighed her voice shook slightly, "That's what I thought would happen."
(not done)
"I had even more sugar with a couple of cookies and a chocolate covered cupcake. With frosting in the middle! Yeah, I'm starting to regret it."
Ryan shook his head, "I'm really tired of fixing this damn wall,"
(Oof.)
"Welcome to my life." She chuckled.
(NoT DoNe)
(aHhHhHhH)
"Welcome to my life." She chuckled.
"I should stahp breaking it…."
(NOT DONE)
……………..
"Welp."
Lillian sighed her voice shook slightly, "That's what I thought would happen."
"She can't get to you here, you know that,"
(Sugar crash…v v tired…)
"Yeah probably."
(Sugar crash…v v tired…)
"Yeah probably."
"Not done," Ryan mumbled.
"Welp."
Lillian sighed her voice shook slightly, "That's what I thought would happen."
"She can't get to you here, you know that,"
Lillian almost shook her head, but she nodded, "Yeah. She can't."
“Don’t let her get to you. You know what kind of person she is and her words are meaningless if that’s how you take them,”