Rita Ora fan Art

One week later.
Dale was sitting at the table, tableau in his room. He held a picture of Deb in his hand. A single teardrop fell on it. “Oh, Debra” he sobbed. “Why did toi have to leave? We could’ve had such a beautiful life together”
Beth walked inside from outside the kitchen.
“I made toi some tea” she a dit careful and she put the plat, plateau down. Not waiting for his reaction ou even a sign of gratitude, she poured him a cup.
“I mean, your sister’s worth nothing” Dale mumbled disgusted, apparently completely unaware of the fact that Beth was standing right beside him and if he did, he...

Mr. and Mrs. Parker weren’t the only ones who’d had a rough night. It had taken Beth hours to fall asleep. Her entire body was in agony and besides she really didn’t want to sleep suivant to the guy who had just violently taken her virginity.
At last her tears had cost her what was left of her energy and slowly, but surely her eyelids shut.
“Hey, wake up!”
Beth opened her eyes difficult and sat upright. Dale was standing at the end of the bed, his hands on his hips. He was naked.
“It’s 6 am, are toi planning on staying in lit all day?” he snapped and Beth felt tears coming up.
“I’m…I’m...

Molly supported her head with her hands and groaned.
“Are toi okay?” Ryan asked concerned and compassionate.
“Yeah, my head just feels like it’s going to explode” Molly replied faint.
“That’s not what I mean” Ryan said. “How did he get in here? Don’t toi lock your doors?”
“I was going to” Molly defended herself. She stood and walked to the closet. She opened it and took out some Ibuprofen. While she swallowed a couple Turned ran off the stairs. He walked towards Ryan.
“Can I talk to toi for a moment?” he demanded. “Yeah” Ryan frowned and he followed Turner away...

What the hell was taking them so long?, Mike thought while he feverishly tried to loosen the topes his hands were tied with. What if they…?...No. No, Mike would’ve heard noises.
So far she hadn’t screamed ou cried, so that was a good thing…Unless she was dead…But then what was keeping that creep inside with her so long? Why didn’t he just get out of there and kill him, too? Not that Mike wanted to die; it just seemed the most obvious conclusion.
Finally the door opened.
“Let me talk to him” he heard Debra softy say to Simon. Apparently Simon was looking at her suspiciously,...

Debra felt a soft tap against her cheek and heard someone say her name.
“Debra? Wake up, I didn’t hit toi that hard”
Debra opened her eyes challenging and gazed in the face of her attacker. She turned her head and saw the ropes around her hand. They were both tied to the armrests of the chair.
“For what it’s worth, I’m really sorry about this” the man apologized. “I just don’t think toi would listen to me if I had reproach toi in a plus civilized way”
“Who are you? Are toi one of Joe’s followers?” Debra asked tired. She heard a movement behind her and rotated her head...

After nursing Joe’s gunshot wound Molly attended to his stab wound.
“She got toi good” she whistled admiring. She took a dampened cloth and pressed it against the wound. “Any longer and you’d have gotten an infection which would’ve killed you”
Once the injury was cleaned she took needle and thread. “This might hurt a bit”
“Just…go on. Do whatever toi need to do” Joe moaned, not very pleased with the prospect of having a thick needle forced through his skin, but he bit through the pain.
“You might want to remember this pain” Emma advised him, while caressing his hair....