dead girl.

"it's not your fault, jules," he drags out the words. "just 'cause he's your boyfriend doesn't mean you can control him. maybe you should try one of those electric dog collars. or strap a taser to his balls." it's a good image. almost makes frank smile. it's not enough, though. he needs the fucker dead.

julie doesn’t look at him, chuckles at franks words. “ex.” she says plainly, and that scene played out so nearly for everyone to hear. the rage had been so intense it was quiet, it wasn’t all because of frank. surprisingly the world doesn’t revolve around some boy. but hurting frank was the final nail in the coffin. she can only pretend so much before she looses her shit.

“told him to hit the bricks, like a day ago right before…” she pauses looking back at him, searching for a reaction, trying to hide behind the words. she puts her hair over her ear."i think that dog is unteachable.” she says like its final, like the only way micheal would listen would be if he was dead.

she rolls her eyes at him, housecall. frank’s a dickhead, she knows this. it doesn’t piss her off it does this entirely different thing. she wishes she hated it. “sorry we were all out of tiny tight scrubs.” she pushes off the window, stands closer. “-I could patch you up, still. if you want me to.” is this an excuse? she feels silly now that she’s here, and that she knows frank is awake and conscious and definitely not dead.

private, independent & selective julie kostenko aka 'the legion' from bhvr's dead by daylight.

"I   dare   you   to   try."

"Do   you   always   get   close?"

"You’re   pushing   my   limits."

"Stop   looking   at   me   like   that."

"I’m   losing   control   here."

"You   have   no   idea,   do   you?"

"I   can’t   resist   you   anymore."

"Stay   back,   or   don’t."

"I   know   what   you   want."

"This   is   getting   dangerous   now."

"You’re   too   tempting   for   me."

"I   shouldn’t   want   this,   but…"

"I   don’t   play   fair,   remember?"

"Careful,   you’re   testing   me."

"You’re   just   making   it   worse."

"You’re   too   close   for   comfort."

"Do   you   always   push   buttons?"

"Stop   before   I   kiss   you."

"You’re   making   it   too   hard."

"I   can’t   stop   thinking   about   you."

"I   want   you   too   much."

"You   know   exactly   what   you’re   doing."

"I’m   not   playing   games   here."

"You’ve   crossed   the   line   now."

"Keep   pushing,   and   you’ll   regret   it."

"This   is   dangerous,   isn’t   it?"

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"Don’t   make   me   regret   this."

"You’re   playing   with   fire."

"You   don’t   know   what’s   coming."

"I   shouldn’t   be   this   close."

"We’re   getting   dangerously   close   now."

"I   can   feel   the   heat."

"Don’t   test   me   right   now."

"I   want   you   too   badly."

"Don’t   make   me   chase   you."

"You’re   distracting   me,   you   know."

"I   won’t   fall   for   this."

"I   want   you,   but…"

"What   do   you   want   from   me?"

"I’ll   never   give   in."

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"You’re   playing   with   my   patience."

"Don’t   make   this   harder,   please."

"I   can’t   stop   this   feeling."

"I’m   already   in   too   deep."

"You   won’t   walk   away   unscathed."

"You’re   walking   a   fine   line."

"I’m   trying   to   stay   calm."

"fuck, jules. way to sneak up on a guy."

his tone harsher than usual; he doesn't want to see her. more specifically, doesn't want her to see him like this. his lip's still bleeding sluggishly from where trevor hit him, and his face stings all over.

frank's never thought about killing someone before, not really. now, he thinks about how it might have gone if trevor hadn't had the whole fucking basketball team backing him up. how frank could have gotten him on the ground, kicked him in the face, broken his nose. gotten his hands around that muscle-fat neck and squeezed --

but when she didn't get to see frank, their usual spot clear of any signs of him that's when it turned into something else. she feels bad. like it's her fault somehow for breaking up with the guy. it's even worse when frank sounds. like mad about it.

fuck.

a part of her wants to be mad back right at him, but she's worried. why the fuck is she worried? why the fuck is she feeling these things? she doesn't want it. less if he's going to act like this. "damn. okay, i just came here to see how you were doing, you dickhead." and while she knows when her presence isn't wanted, she sort of pushes back, coming in through the window, but remaining close to it. "heard what happened." she leans back, hands on the edge of the window and she's not looking at him. "i sorta feel like it's my fault." and julie doesn't fucking know what she wants out of this. frank's hurt and she just. had to see him.