@DamnedByPast He’s not. He is still standing there. My feet padding across the floor on their own and grabbing my phone and typing out ‘what are you doing here?” Walking over to him shoving the phone in his face.
Nightmares and memories with @DamnedByPast
The rehearsal room is empty except for me mirrors stretching wall to wall, cold and judgmental, reflecting every angle of my body. My posture, horrible, but I don’t really care. Im tired. My nightmares have been keeping me up and it~~
@DamnedByPast I was seeing things I had to be, maybe my brain had finally broke. Because I know I’m not staring at the stranger from the bar. Taking a tentative step towards the door, closing my eyes and counting in my head to ten and opening them again hoping he’s gone, but >>
“I can do it with a broken heart.”
Pop…Pop…Pop…. my mother laying on the ground, the person who was supposed to be our bodyguard using her as a human shield, the killer , his eyes, burning into mine, blood, so much blood,I tried to stop the bleeding, I couldn’t, I cried until
Looking at the time on my phone I have an hour left that I can practice before I have to go home and shower. Tossing my phone back in my bag, Walking back over to the mirror. Breathe. Rise. Hold. Fall… only I don’t fall because my eyes lock with his. The mystery man at the bar.
All of them requesting my presence at dinner tonight. Mandatory not optional. I reply back that I am on the rehearsal studio and that I will be there when I can. His response is immediate. 7pm. No other words.~~
You think you're free? Don't lie to yourself. Everyone's chained, but some kneel willingly. You'll learn which side you're on.
Leader of the Kavanagh Clan. Brother to Kane and Callum. Dark, dominant, and dangerous. Mature and fucked up themes. 21+rp. No DMs.
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