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        𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐁𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒 ,  𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓.       brows furrow despite the other not being able to see her for a moment ,  shoulders attempting to straight just as arms , trying not to seem defensive ,  cross over her chest !     head shakes ,  messy brown locks coming to shift with the movement :       ❝  crying?  i’m-i’m not crying. ❞   stammers bella , cheeks still slightly reddened && puffed out from said denied action.    ever since she was little bella had never been the best at lying . . she stammered far too much && often refused to meet  the others gaze :  a tell tell sign she was lying.   the idea of lying , unless it was for the person own good   /    to protect them ,  made her skin crawl && only planted a seed of   𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚂𝚄𝚁𝙴  inside her chest of keeping the truth inside.      ❝ no way-  i’m . . i just-  i had something in my eye  ❞    the oldest story in the book !      finer points toward the other female ,  ❝  maybe you saw something?  a trick of . . sunlight?  ❞   brows furrow , her hole only being dug that much deeper the further she goes with it.     just admit it!

the comment had caused him to snort. that certainly wasn’t what he and his siblings were raised to believe. anger had been the predominant emotion in their household, anything else would have resulted in a beating. he took another swig of the bottle he was currently nursing, the bottle nearly empty.  it wasn’t the first and it definitely wouldn’t be the last.  “don’t let dad hear you say that or else he’ll think you’re encouraging me to be a pussy or some shit.” he could just hear the man now :  i didn’t raise you to be a fucking pussy !!  the words would have most likely been empathized with a blow to the face. it was just another day in the milkovich household.  “you come all this way to be the ghetto version of a hallmark card or is there actually a point to all this?”