#v. cherrypie

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Derek S Hale:

                                    ‘I don’t care...’

  AGE | DOB–– 27 | December 25, 1987   POSITION–– Bouncer   FROM–– Beacon Hills, California   SEXUALITY–– Gay

  + TRAITS–– loyal, debonair, selfless, strong   - TRAITS–– blunt, fiery, tense, broody

  MOTHER–– Talia Hale, deceased   FATHER–– unknown, unknown   (REMAINING) FAMILY-- Cora Hale, sister ; Peter Hale, uncle

Malia’s heart was thudding in her heart, from beating too hard. THIS was why she shouldn’t help people. Few minutes before, she exited the loft in order to pick up the newspapers Scott was subscribed to, before the old hag from across the hallway claimed it for herself. Her roommate was visiting his mother, and she was alone on her night off. She gave Dylan a bath and tucked him in, until she finished making the snack and loading the movie they’s watch. Else and Anna, once again.

The door across the way were just closing, once she exited the flat, a toothy smile of the thief disappearing after a thud. “You little-- Mrs. Johnson, those are my newspapers!” Moving, she knocked on the door, just as the click of the door occurred. Wait. HER DOORS. No. No, no, no. Moving fastly, she yanked the door, but it didn’t budge. FUCK. She didn’t take the key with her, and now her kid was lcked inside, and Malia was about to have an anxiety attack.