ALREADY GONE.

Cody nodded a bit, gnawing at her lower lip. 

She took the cigarette, placing it between her lips as she took a long lasting drag from it, exhaling the smoke only moments later as she gave the brunette a weak, yet kind-hearted smile-- showing only a flicker of the old Bradley that was supposedly dead and gone. "Thanks," she took another drag as she heard the girls words, wondering how long she had lived in this town for and why they were only meeting now. "I've been away for a while, maybe that's why."

+3

   "Yeah.. I'm actually looking for a friend of mine. This place is just so big. I'm sorry, I hope I'm not like, disrupting anything? Because if so, I'm going to feel really bad."

"I’ve seen worse if that helps any. We’ve been… superb. Just consumed in all of what Beacon Hills has to offer. What about you? How’s everyone? Fill me in."

     "It can't be as bad as White Pine Bay though, right?" A pause. "Things haven't really been the same since my dads death, but.. I mean, we're coping."

"Cody Brennan," She eyes her suspiciously. "You okay? You look a little…rough." 

You okay?

"Who are you supposed to be?" 

Bradley turned towards the source of the strangers voice with a solemn expression, looking her up and down. "Bradley Martin. And you are?"

    "Sure," she muttered, bringing her gaze elsewhere as her eyes glazed over with tears she didn't even know were there in the first place. She stepped inside, rubbing at her arms a moment from the sudden warmth she felt after being outside in the freezing cold for so long.

     "Actually, I came to see you."

"What, baby? Tell me.." Dylan whispered against her damp, bare skin as he listened to the young woman writhe and whine his name beneath him. He could see between her legs that her pussy was already glistening from the juices soaking it. She had some short, well groomed pubes that seemed to frame the pink of her clit and tight opening. He remembered going down on her the first time—-

As her hand was removed and pinned above her head, her eyes filled with general curiosity for a brief second, until she watched him move himself further down. The feeling of his soft lips against her fair skin gave her this burning sensation she felt whenever he touched her, only fuelling her want for him even more. She gasped at the feeling of his hot, wet tongue wriggling against the nub of her nerves, breathing slightly harder as her hand reached out slowly and weaved through blonde hair a moment, her pussy aching from the emptiness. 

"Had to come back sooner or later. I mean, it's not like I actually care what happens to me anymore."

+Four

     "No, I was just-- nevermind."

"Because I'm not a good person." The words left her mouth so easily, holding that same monotone voice she regularly spoke in nowadays, though Emma's words had caused a weak smile to perk up on her lips. She laughed quietly, the sound so foreign to her ears. "Too bad I ended up here again-- you'd think I'd be glad to finally escape this place. I guess it's true when they say there's no place like home."

How I imagine Mother's Day might feel with the Bates family...