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t feels so goood. My dick rubbing right on her g-spot ." The pages of the book I was reading rustled quietly under my fingers as I turned the next page, my mind lost in the

p ring of the bell at the bookshop door broke off my co

i

y, and had spent months routinely visiting the bookshop. But it was more than that. I'd noticed the way he'd been coming in every day to read the same book over and over

ehind the counter, caught sight of Lia

" she whispered, her voice

customer," I muttered, though even I knew it wasn

self, even though she raised ey

ked and excused herself from the desk, heading over to the bookcases to pretend to

g me back to the present. I looked up, meeting his

thoughts of my mother and everythi

ounter. He glanced at me with those soft eyes, the same eyes th

ine," I answered with a small smile, though the words sound

turned away from my face. "Sure? You have been rather quiet recent

und. I inhaled hard. Liam, right now, I

is voice low yet honest.

on my chest, the tightness that refused to go awa

ore. "Thanks, Liam." Really. But I'll be good," I said

g convinced. All right. I am here, t

me a few bucks and grabbed the usual graphic novels before exiting the store with an odd, embarrassed s

en holding after Liam went. The genuineness

utside light. Madame had left hours earlier, it was growing dark. Selena w

osed to text Mateo. I wanted him not to worry, I

a little, and there was a familiar surge of panic flooding my chest. Mateo h

ange. Mateo was always so careful, always in touch, especially in a

screen, waiting for a reply that never came. I felt

der. I swallowed, my thoughts mumbled. "What's going on?" she asked, her voice was low, and she picked up

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handle was broken. As I hurried inside looking for signs of a break-in, my heart sped up. Bu

I saw

had an odd grin. Once again, w

had brought home on the table, and my voice showed

talk to Katarina." His breath smelled like sta

d my fists. She is at work rig

d a sharp edge to it. "She needs to come

d my room, trying to shut him out like I

t reply, I let my annoyance simmer silently in my chest as I passed him,

to tell her our useless father was back in the house, insisting on her presence.

didn't

And again. An

s days when I could feel my body yawning for sleep. The stress of work, the res

n the middle of the night. My mother and father, arguing agai

if Katarina had called back. And ther

e tonight. Spending t

st have been concerned about Mum. She was tough, but I c

er back, but the p

ail. "Where are you? You need to be care

ives miserable? Why hadn't he cared for anyone in