ErzaLockhart_8373

Felon
/fè-lun/
Cruel; Wicked. 


I continued biting my lips whilst fidgeting with my finger nails, my mind still pondering over the question he asked minutes ago. 


"Ojalá éstos fueran mis dientes mordiéndote los labios." I heard him mumble under his breath. 
[I wish those were my fucking teeth biting your lips.]



I threw a morose look in his direction. "Speak an apprehensible language." I snarled getting annoyed. 



"You need to get inside my mind to understand that." He responded nonchalantly shrugging off his shoulders. 



"I don't enter dirty places." I snapped rolling my eyes. 



"But I would really enjoy entering your dirty places."

Cruel; Wicked. The Felon

Everything seems beautiful the moment you get into it. Just like an Geode rock unappealing from outside but have a comely crystal on the inside. And, just like that my sister who lacked beauty from outside was beautiful for me from the inside.

It was 15th December, Clair's birthday.

Dad, Clair and me were going to visit a church. Mom, was home preparing for Clair's birthday. Dad was driving slow whilst cracking whacky jokes in between. We were in our belly laughing when suddenly what seemed like a truck crashed into our car from behind. Everything was blank after that.

I came out of coma after two months.

Mom started blaming me the minute I was out of the state and soon after few days she gave my custody to Henry and Caroline. She faked crying and said she all did this was my future.

She claimed that she loved me but the truth was something else.

Chapter 57