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I stare at you angrily, After what you did, I cried for hours. While you lie, cool as a cucumber, smiling right next to me, In your birthday suit, I hate you much, brothers shouldn't touch sisters that way. I sand up shakily, the pain shooting my core only increases as I drop to the floor with a cry, you chuckle as I start to crawl to the bathroom, slowly but surely I shut the door. I lie in a bathtub, naked and in pain, I can't get my brothers hands and how he used them out of my head, I can't get rid of the feeling on my pale skin, I feel ***** I feel so ***** ~ Kat Herondale.
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Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 10:53 PM UTC
Hell Is Were You Belong.
I stare at you angrily, After what you did, I cried for hours. While you lie, cool as a cucumber, smiling right next to me, In your birthday suit, I hate you much, brothers shouldn't touch sisters that way. I sand up shakily, the pain shooting my core only increases as I drop to the floor with a cry, you chuckle as I start to crawl to the bathroom, slowly but surely I shut the door. I lie in a bathtub, naked and in pain, I can't get my brothers hands and how he used them out of my head, I can't get rid of the feeling on my pale skin, I feel ***** I feel so ***** ~ Kat Herondale.
Inspired by the Mortal Instruments book, I loved the idea of pairing Clary and Jonathan, even if they are brother and sister.
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Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 10:53 PM UTC
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