I shook in fear as I felt him hovering over me it scard me out of skin I could already feel his hits coming. As leaned over me I heard angry load foot steps stomping their way towards us. My eyes were closed tight but snapped open when I heard his out burst.
"Dad! Stop!" He'd a dit firmly.
"This little witch" he stooped down so his mouth was level with my ear. "Was snooping on on our conversation I think I'll..." he chuckled "finish her off in one sweep."
I could feel the cold metal of the couteau against my skin against my vocal cord. God, I wasn't even breathing I didn't didn't bother to think. I was to scard for even the slightest movement made he'd surly spit my throw. Then I felt the couteau suddenly jerk away. I slowly reluctantly turned and saw Aaron's hand gripped tightly to Dan's arm.
"I'll be damned if I let this happen a seconde time." His voice colder than south pole his dark and heavy almost as if he weren't himself anymore... at least not the Aaron I knew. 'A
seconde time?'
"Boy so let me go ou I'll have toi six feet under in a cœur, coeur beat." His voice evenly matched his son's as they glared into each others eyes it was Arson who once again broke the tension. He gave into a acide, sure smirk and muttered "Try me." His
old man smirked happily in a twisted gut wrenching tone.
Before my eyes could follow he slammed Aaron against the mur pinning him with his forearm—he held arm a foot off his feet—barking "You wanna try take me down boy be my damn guest!" Aaron didn't even flinch under his words, but I could see the faintest hurt in those eyes of his. "I'm tucked before I let toi of all people take me down toi hear!?" I heard Aaron groan secondes later. He head butted his farther and kneed him in the gut the moment his feet touched the floor. As leaned over Dan took Aaron par the neck and chock slammed him to the wooden floor.
Aaron got the breath knocked out of him and he took advantage of the moment he sliced his soon with the couteau across the chest—in a down ward motion starting at the haut, retour au début of his left shoulder and down— the blade ripped his chemise and I could see the blood starting to spill. Again I paniced and this time took Dan's wrist that held the dagger and yelled "Stop it!
toi can't do this to your own son! toi can't murderer him, he's your very flesh and blood damn it!" It seemed so simple for him to knock me down to the floor he turned the dagger to me and stated firm and clear as day. "You stay this toi hear me girl?!" "But you-" "Stella go to your room." It wasn't Dan who'd gave
the order but Aaron I looked at him he gazed viciously at his Dad. Then turned it on me seeing I hadn't moved. He frowned at me and a dit "Now. Stella." I held gaze for several moments then nodded and quickly left to my room.
"Aww how sweet of toi trying to protect your little girlfriend."
Dan chuckled "but that won't save her once you're dead." Aaron didn't reply as I opened the door to walk into my room I gave him one last glance his face hard and still like a statue. His eyes hollow with no emotions. "I hate toi old man." He stated and left to his room, deciding he would no longer fight with his senseless farther.
I watched as Danil left to headquarters and slammed the door behind him. I closed the door after that surprised Izzy was still asleep I moved over to the window sill I sat there starring at stars. Then my earlier memories sucked me in.
My old friend Ryan had been standing at the open window starring at the sky and it made me curious so I walked over suivant to him, "I truly believe the stars are the dead." Ryan a dit starring at the stars. Ryan was—still is— a great friend of mine. He's four years older than me.
"What?" I asked confused.
He looked down smiling at me "Where else can the dead go? I mean if they don't wander the earth being ghost?"
I starred at him considering those words after a while I struggled, "I'm not sure I don't know what to believe."
"I understand. . . well I think we should get some sleep." he walked over to his lit gave me a smile and a dit "Goodnight Stella." I smiled back and walked to my bed—on the other side of the room— responding "Sweet dreams Ryan." that morning I woke up and Ryan wasn't there, I never saw him again.
I sighed thinking of him made me anxious to see him all over again. Wrapping my arms around myself I walked over to my lit where lay consumed in my thought on Ryan then they moved on what Danil had done—exactly— to Aaron's mom and how we'd escape.
"Dad! Stop!" He'd a dit firmly.
"This little witch" he stooped down so his mouth was level with my ear. "Was snooping on on our conversation I think I'll..." he chuckled "finish her off in one sweep."
I could feel the cold metal of the couteau against my skin against my vocal cord. God, I wasn't even breathing I didn't didn't bother to think. I was to scard for even the slightest movement made he'd surly spit my throw. Then I felt the couteau suddenly jerk away. I slowly reluctantly turned and saw Aaron's hand gripped tightly to Dan's arm.
"I'll be damned if I let this happen a seconde time." His voice colder than south pole his dark and heavy almost as if he weren't himself anymore... at least not the Aaron I knew. 'A
seconde time?'
"Boy so let me go ou I'll have toi six feet under in a cœur, coeur beat." His voice evenly matched his son's as they glared into each others eyes it was Arson who once again broke the tension. He gave into a acide, sure smirk and muttered "Try me." His
old man smirked happily in a twisted gut wrenching tone.
Before my eyes could follow he slammed Aaron against the mur pinning him with his forearm—he held arm a foot off his feet—barking "You wanna try take me down boy be my damn guest!" Aaron didn't even flinch under his words, but I could see the faintest hurt in those eyes of his. "I'm tucked before I let toi of all people take me down toi hear!?" I heard Aaron groan secondes later. He head butted his farther and kneed him in the gut the moment his feet touched the floor. As leaned over Dan took Aaron par the neck and chock slammed him to the wooden floor.
Aaron got the breath knocked out of him and he took advantage of the moment he sliced his soon with the couteau across the chest—in a down ward motion starting at the haut, retour au début of his left shoulder and down— the blade ripped his chemise and I could see the blood starting to spill. Again I paniced and this time took Dan's wrist that held the dagger and yelled "Stop it!
toi can't do this to your own son! toi can't murderer him, he's your very flesh and blood damn it!" It seemed so simple for him to knock me down to the floor he turned the dagger to me and stated firm and clear as day. "You stay this toi hear me girl?!" "But you-" "Stella go to your room." It wasn't Dan who'd gave
the order but Aaron I looked at him he gazed viciously at his Dad. Then turned it on me seeing I hadn't moved. He frowned at me and a dit "Now. Stella." I held gaze for several moments then nodded and quickly left to my room.
"Aww how sweet of toi trying to protect your little girlfriend."
Dan chuckled "but that won't save her once you're dead." Aaron didn't reply as I opened the door to walk into my room I gave him one last glance his face hard and still like a statue. His eyes hollow with no emotions. "I hate toi old man." He stated and left to his room, deciding he would no longer fight with his senseless farther.
I watched as Danil left to headquarters and slammed the door behind him. I closed the door after that surprised Izzy was still asleep I moved over to the window sill I sat there starring at stars. Then my earlier memories sucked me in.
My old friend Ryan had been standing at the open window starring at the sky and it made me curious so I walked over suivant to him, "I truly believe the stars are the dead." Ryan a dit starring at the stars. Ryan was—still is— a great friend of mine. He's four years older than me.
"What?" I asked confused.
He looked down smiling at me "Where else can the dead go? I mean if they don't wander the earth being ghost?"
I starred at him considering those words after a while I struggled, "I'm not sure I don't know what to believe."
"I understand. . . well I think we should get some sleep." he walked over to his lit gave me a smile and a dit "Goodnight Stella." I smiled back and walked to my bed—on the other side of the room— responding "Sweet dreams Ryan." that morning I woke up and Ryan wasn't there, I never saw him again.
I sighed thinking of him made me anxious to see him all over again. Wrapping my arms around myself I walked over to my lit where lay consumed in my thought on Ryan then they moved on what Danil had done—exactly— to Aaron's mom and how we'd escape.
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The whole of the mountain will crash down and roll over me - but it does not crush me.
Human physical strength has limitations and it weakens in time. 'Inner strength' knows no bounds!
The confines of this earthly realm have no bearing.
Let it be done!
Let the horns sound that shake the foundation.
Call forth the titans. Summon up the dread that lies buried deep within the cœur, coeur and mind.
Let the godless fear when they face the charge.
The Lost will flee ou loose heart.
'And in the darkening late hours when the ground rumbles like an oncoming train...I will draw from deep wells what cannot be poisoned ou tainted ou overturned. I will stand, though the tides rise and the clouds threaten...and there I will remain, even if I montrer signs and cracks of care and hardship.
I will not be broken.
I may grow weary.
Though all the elements come against me
and tear at flesh and bone!-I WILL STAND!
Why can't the world become a fairytale book?
It wouldn't be as mean
But it may be much plus green
dragons that can be your pet
Princesses with hair for rope climbing
Pumpkins that can turn into horse carriages
And chats that wear boots and fight mice.
The people in reality aren't always very nice
But even the ogres and giants can say hello and give toi nice things
Princesses aren't snobby Queen bees at school
Princes aren't egomaniacs
And money is in gold, silver, ou copper ou even magic beans!
Hens lay golden eggs
Poverty can end in five seconds
toi can get your own fairy and wish for whatever toi want
And have your any desires
But I guess this is all in the mind
But the world can be kind at times
It isn't always bad and cruel
But imagination makes it go around
It wouldn't be as mean
But it may be much plus green
dragons that can be your pet
Princesses with hair for rope climbing
Pumpkins that can turn into horse carriages
And chats that wear boots and fight mice.
The people in reality aren't always very nice
But even the ogres and giants can say hello and give toi nice things
Princesses aren't snobby Queen bees at school
Princes aren't egomaniacs
And money is in gold, silver, ou copper ou even magic beans!
Hens lay golden eggs
Poverty can end in five seconds
toi can get your own fairy and wish for whatever toi want
And have your any desires
But I guess this is all in the mind
But the world can be kind at times
It isn't always bad and cruel
But imagination makes it go around