Never stop dreaming

“She deserves to be punished too.”

“I’m not saying I support rape, but-”

“Sorry to say - she deserved it.”

“She put herself in harm’s way”

“But if she was fingered, then that’s not rape.”

“She ruined their lives.”

“Yea, but did you see what she was wearing?”

“Boys will be boys!”

“She should know better than to drink at a party…”

  “He should’ve enjoyed it.”

“She must’ve lead him on.”

“But she orgasmed. That means she liked it - “

“Women can’t rape because…”

“Be grateful it wasn’t a man!”

“I’m sorry she hurt you but don’t call what happened to you rape, it’s an insult to the REAL victims…”

“You weren’t raped, you’re just lesbophobic.”

“She’s his wife, it’s her job to please him.”

“Oral isn’t rape.”

“Well he wasn’t armed, she could have walked away.”

“Guys can’t be raped, they love sex!”

“She didn’t fight back; it wasn’t rape.”

I am risking nothing

I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY

Will not risk.

Trees.

The only thing I saw when I first came to beacon hills were trees. Back then they didn’t have a meaning, but right now I could feel so many emotions from just looking at those same damn trees. And I know what you are thinking, Drama Queen right? But let me tell you a story. A story about a girl. A normal girl whose life was changed by just one wrong decision. A decision that wouldn’t mean a thing if I hadn’t been at the wrong place at the wrong time. I guess life is just a bitch right?

Let me tell you something about myself. Don’t worry I won’t bore you with all the small little details. Let’s jump right into the important stuff. I am Brooklyn. Brooklyn Smith. A girl who just happened to be moving for let’s just say the 10th. I mean who would want to be able to stay at the same place and keep their friends? No one right?

I know you’re wondering why I have moved so many times. Let’s just say that after divorcing my father, my mother wasn’t very good at keeping boyfriends. And when it happened a few weeks ago I knew I would have to go through that same old routine again.

1. Me coming home to a crying mother who can’t stop talking about how much she loved him and how she won’t be able to live without him

2. When sadness turns to anger and the only thing you will hear is how she deserves better and what a joke he was

3. The talk. This is the most dreadful part of all, my mom coming to my room and going on about how we deserve a ‘fresh start’. But for her a fresh start always means moving as far away as possible.

And that’s why I am here. Sitting in a car with nothing better to do than looking at trees, trees and more trees. I guess this will be my home for next couple of months, or at least I hope so. After sitting in the car for what felt like days I finally hear my mom saying those words: “We are here.”

I look out of the window and I must say I am impressed. The house actually looked quite good and I couldn’t wait to see the inside. One of the benefits of always moving was that my mom always felt guilty, which meant that she would always go all out on designing my room. And since I spend the majority of my time in my room, that is quite a big deal. We get out of the car and while my mom pays the taxi driver, I stand there observing the neighborhood. It looked like the typical neighborhood where neighbors are way too nice and pretend they have a perfect life. I must have been standing there for quite a while because when I look over my mom isn’t standing outside anymore but has instead gone into the house. I follow her inside the house as well. I loved the inside of the house. It looks so spacious and modern. If the living room looks this good then my room must look amazing.

“Brooklyn come here, I want to show you your room.” We walk up the stairs and enter a room. It was really my taste; simple but still cute. And it even had a window seat and I already knew that I would be spending a lot of time there. Unfortunately the window did face another house’s window. “I will let you unpack your stuff, I will be downstairs making dinner. If you need me just shout. I turned on some music and started to unpack my things. 'something just like this’ came on and I couldn’t stop myself from dancing. I just LOVED that song. I was really into the song when I heard something hit my window. I didn’t think much of it at first but when I heard the sound again, I just couldn’t ignore it.

I looked over to my window and I saw a guy looking at me from out of his window. I opened the window with a confused look on my face what the hell did he want. "Hey, I saw the moving trucks and I thought it would be nice to introduce myself.” The sentence itself sounded nice but just the look on his face told me he was the kind of guy who was a little bit too confident. That smirk gave it all away. “Are you actually going to introduce yourself or are you just going to stare at me?” “You are funny I like you.” he said with a playful grin on his face. “I am Theo, Theo Reaken and it looks like we are going to be neighbors.” “No shit Sherlock.” “Do I get to know your name too or……….” “Uhm I don’t know, I don’t really give my name to strangers. You will have to deserve it first.” I give him one last smirk before closing my window. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.

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i could never have a favorite with the amount of talented writers here so i’m gonna tag a few that i know write smut? ik there’s probably more so if u want just tag away for this lovely anon 💛