❛ what the hell for ? huh ? thought i was a junkyard little bitch. you ain’t got no reason t’ care, ‘cause we ain’t blood. we ain’t family. you think some stupid piece of fuckin’ paper’s gonna change that ? got it signed, got them parental rights. it don’t mean jack. ❜
venomous, cold. her heart isn’t made of stone but it damn sure seems like it when she volleys back, lashes out, as if he meant nothing. her armour is crafted from steel but its chinks are easy enough to find. not that she’d let him.
❛ you don’t even fuckin’ know me, yo ! you don’t know shit. i’m fine. don’t need your fuckin’ help. ❜
sponges the trickle of blood from her brow bone with a torn and crumpled paper towel, a sharp breath drawn in through the nose. it’ll heal. with or without stitches.
it always does.