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“Things my Mom has yelled at me” Starters

Harry turned his head, making a face, then looked away "Uhm. No?" He commented, not wanting to get involved in whatever crime she was committing. Though, now that he knew this, he sighed "What did you do?" Harry asked, already feeling implicated in whatever was happening "Why are we burning something?"

Meet a New Character of Mine Harry Hook.

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Listening to her, having her around him, it set him off. All those things in his mind, the disease that was slowly tearing him up, his fathers ghost haunting him. Bringing his hands to his head, Harry, pressed them into his eyes a bit, aggravated by her comment he jerked his head up and looked toward Lorelei "I don't want to know you! Why do you keep coming over here, if all you're going to do is be a fucking bitch?" The anger, he couldn't control it, bringing his hands back down he swung them across the coffee table, sending items on it crashing to the floor "I haaaate youuuu!!!" Harry snapped at her, slamming his palms on to the table, a unhinged sort of grin spreading over his lips.

"You're not worth knowing, Lorelei. If you fucking died, no one would notice!" Laughing a bit, he leaned forward, closer toward her "And if anyone did, they'd fucking cheer about it!" Seething, his voice took on a twisted tone as he was speaking, unlike his usual tone. Though aware enough, he caught himself and sat back down, pulling away, his right hand moving to his face, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as he closed his eyes, trying to clear head again. Standing then he walked over toward her and ripped her bag out of her hand "You need to go. Right now." Tossing it across the room he grabbed her and yanked her toward the door.

"Get out-" Sweating heavily, brought a hand up to his head to wipe away some of the sweat, then he tossed her toward her bag before turning away, becoming light headed, he looked toward one mirror as he heard his father, then grabbed a decorative strip of cloth from a nearby table, all the trinkets being tossed around onto the floor as he yanked it up and tossed it over the mirror.

Oh hi anon! 

My name is Charlotte for those who are wondering. But I’ll tell you something. I did it on purpose by not giving too much details. 

Like I have a feeling everyone has a different type of imagination even when they’re reading. When I read the Fifty Shades books I imagined the girl as a blonde, guess who was shocked when they saw a brunette walking to the elevator in the trailer? Buh

So I love to give the reader his own damn imagination. If you couldn’t tell. But I’ll see if I can work through it and maybe give some more details.