“ don’t be such a spoilsport, darling! i rather love this song, you know. “ she’s never heard it before in her life, but welcomes the sound blasting from the car’s speakers. it was welcome from the hour or so they’d spent in silence, her eyes fluttering as she drifted in and out of sleep. a road trip to belgium. it’d sounded so wonderful in her head, but in reality she found it dreadfully draining. “ we need some life in this car, don’t you think? here, pull over at the next stop so we can stretch our legs, too – we can have a little dance or something! “

❝ Is your mother here right now? You’re not home alone, are you? ❞

Eyes glance over the short girl in the doorway, looking through whatever of the house he could see for the woman. This wasn’t a rare occurrence, no. Joe often found himself treating Loren how he treated his kids years ago. Loren was fine being home alone, but that didn’t stop him from worrying.

Touring was never easy. He had to leave behind William, Lewis, Charlie, his whole family. By far, though, the hardest one to leave behind was Bethan. Sure, she’d be seeing him on the television, and no doubt she’d be mimicking his every move, but they’d both grown used to Levi always coming home late at night. With a tour, that wouldn’t be the case for quite some time.

He was gone for a month and a half. It felt much longer, honestly. Felt like a whole year he was away from Beth and William. Sure, he’d facetimed them here and there, but it wasn’t the same as seeing them in real life, holding them in real life, getting Beth’s grubby little hands all over his face in real life. 

So when he was finally at his front door again, it almost felt like he never left. Screen door is pulled open, held open by his knee, one hand holding his key, other holding his suitcase. He unlocks the door, letting himself in. Suitcase is left at the front door as he looks in from the doorway. There was his mini me, sitting on the couch.

Seven Sinday Memes | Accepting 

[bloodlust] for my muse to hurt yours for fun OR laugh at your muse getting hurt 

One can imagine how he must have been in school with how he cackles at her; even with his age, one can almost see that mean little 13 year old he would have been. Lips curled into a sneer as he takes genuine pleasure in her whimper. “Bet you miss your mommy now, huh?” Anton jeers, reaching out to ruffle her hair despite the harsh smack to her cheek he’s just dished out.

It’s difficult to live with her, not even so much due to her attitude towards him; she’s the perfect victim. Young, pretty, easy to subdue due to her petite frame. Had she not been like minded, he would have killed her long ago. And to this day he still thinks about it. When she runs her pretty mouth, he wants nothing more than to knock her teeth in. When she rolls her eyes, he wants nothing more than to dig them out of her sockets.