Brooke&Lucas

again warning, this chapter has darker themes involving violence, self harm and substance abuse, do not read if toi feel uncomfortable.

*Sawyer*

There is a exactly one heure break between my morning lectures and my suivant one, as I race towards the jeep I don't have time to think about who I might see at home. I slept the grand total of zero secondes last night and its now coming back to bite me, I piss my lecturers off enough without adding falling asleep in class to the liste of my crimes.

Though I have a pretty fucking good excuse to be distracted today, after all it's not the norm to have everything...

toi probably forgot about this.
Well, I am bored and sick, so here it is.
Enjoy.
Oh & it seems kinda morbid at times but thats just because I'm a rather dark person.
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Peyton was sitting in her car feeling like shit.
"Dude. Where's my baby?"
She looked around and the car and then found the baby in the gant compartment.
"Oh, there toi are."
So she took her out of the gant compartment and when she realized she wasn't breathing she hit him with a hammer and she died.
"Whoops."
She chucked the baby out the window.
"Well now I'm bored."
So she sat in her car and then magically found in her lap...