Alice Cooper, "Poison"
I leave you now to the second part ...
This morning Kim had decided to comb through the pile of old newspaper and leaflets found beside the mailbox, in search of a legal and a little more stable to make ends meet. Shoplifting was not exactly something to brag about in front of a daughter, right? Therefore, focused and thoughtful, she was studying ads for buying and selling exchange-and complaints from a couple of dingy little to take away open. She seemed to read an "Apprentice Wanted" but just when he thought he had found something that was the case with his gaze fell on the name of the bar where Karl had offered her a drink and the course of his hijacked own thoughts on the blond who had given the hole the day before.
"Well, I'll mica softening ?, "he said to the girl, staring at the empty air-page newspaper. "I saw him once and did nothing but talk about himself, that presumptuous. It 'nice, and much, but it means nothing. In front of me babbling, yes. Oh, how I would go see him ...", found himself thinking. Kylie was still playing quietly on his dressing table resting on the ground and Kim decided to leave the precast or risk shake with his excessive nervousness.
While feeling in every respect a beggar, trying through the wreckage that surrounded the cabin objects could still serve a useful purpose, she distinctly heard someone hold your breath as a sudden surprise. He spun around, a small wild creature used to defend with tooth and nail.
"You?" He shouted angrily. "What the fuck are you doing here?". Without a word in edgewise, Karl looked dazed as she and the kind of dump that surrounded them. Kim glared at a glance. "Do you enjoy to humiliate me? Get out, I will not see you anymore. "
Karl then he did something he had never in his life, and that until a few minutes before they even thought of wanting to get serious. Clasped her hands like 'supplication before his eyes amazed at the angry red. "The humiliation is mine, given the way in which you're refusing. But I do not give up mica. Go out with me, please. Give me a chance - give us a chance, "said the blond tone suffered so much as to avoid the ridiculous for a pure blast.
"Mom! Your Mother ", he felt distinctly coming from inside the cabin. The two turned in unison. Good timing, Kylie. At this point, the expression in front of not too surprised to Karl, the young mother sat by the ferocity to embrace their injured pride and prove (to herself before the rest of the world) that he had nothing to be ashamed of: while Karl kept his eyes down, clearly embarrassed and undecided what to do, she went into the prefab to get out triumphant with her puppy in her arms. "Now he will run away, run away, run away," goes on to suggest an evil little voice in my head.
The child did not understand and passed the puzzled look from one to another smiling. "Happy now, asshole? Now you know all right! "Kim said coldly, poisonous. But Karl, who in the poison was obviously become dependent after a single, partial administration, did not answer. Then he turned to the little one: "Hello, little lion. So you say your mom is beautiful to die, because I will not allow it? On the other hand are so similar that is enough to remember watching ". Kim did not soften at all: "Well, this only proves that you can be a great sticky. You can find out what are you doing here? I do not think I have never mentioned this sewer, the other day. Go away, so we leave again as soon as possible. "
"Enough is enough. You are fierce, you know? And presumptuous. As you know I do not deserve even a chance? "Asked Karl firm tone. "I do not care if a rare pearl, or rather two, ended up in the middle of a pigsty. All I can do, after they found a blow to those who do not ricapitano ass, you pull them out of there as soon as possible. And try to tenermele ... if I can, then blushed. Kim temporarily lost the use of his tongue. It was silent.
***
desperately wanted to kiss her. She wanted him too. Rain would have given anything to have her back with him, but every ounce of common sense that still ravaging the brain, although with difficulty, had given notice not to ruin everything again. In that pathetic scene in the driveway, with Grace who invited him to join him and that he avoided responding to not jump on on the spot, Rain had not really understood what was passing for the head. Probably she tried to repay him for strombazzatissimo "salvage" on its holding of Samuel, as the ' incident occurred between them in the afternoon before.
Rain did not imagine that the fire was smoldering in the still waters of the eyes of Grace, simply because their personal fire burning too much and too long to allow him to feel a similar warmth and light from outside. According to him, Grace was left in disgust, or at least seriously confused by them ... close encounter. Rain And, just to stay in theme, it felt just that: an alien in a foreign land, speaking a language unknown to most people and can not be understood without collecting dangerous heresies. Just waiting for the dust settled, the storm that had first of all in itself is quiet a good time and then groped the path of dialogue and friendship with a hypothetical Grace can not forget the kiss and its painful statement .
from Di was out. He could not, Rain, to escape knowing that maybe one day she would again need your help ... He continued to rack your brains for a bit '. Then, as I got up to see her house from the opaque windows of his den, he remembered the positions of the evening. The owner of a tavern in the neighborhood would pay to clean up the filthy room after hours closing.
It was decided to go to bed, hoping to be half-heartedly few hours of sleep to be able to sustain you during your shift. But the memory of her in that room was weed, stifling, poisonous. He tried in vain to close his eyes. Then she heard a knock.
***
ran in his veins, burned in the brain - the feeling of holding the arms Emerald was the closest thing to heaven Bal had ever experienced in his life. It was everything I had always dreamed of, and much more.
After hours spent in the afternoon on the beautiful blue of her bed, had begged Bal spend the night (and the rest of his days, to be precise) in red blood caravan that belonged to him from time immemorial. They had crossed the field facing a summary removal, hoping not to be seen. In fact, Aster chuckled at the window of his kitchen while Nyx met mewed in a corner. All's well That ends well , seemed to think both. Jewel's sister Bal had not found any trace, but a scribbled note with tenderness warned him that the child was invited by Taylor-Donovan in full force to enable them to be forgiven. And now, in fact, he found that his Balthazar Latvian dark has never been so comfortable before you share it with the love of his life.
Claude Not that the thought so differently, in fact. Dying to ... try his new friend. While, leaned from his bed at the bridge, he watched her carefully, haunted by the leash like a gentleman who had saddled itself, Vivica dozed sitting on freshly laundered sheets in the big bed that, in normal night, Em and Moon would split by brave sisters. But nothing of this night was normal . Emerald was finally transferred to the chariot of Bal, and the small Jewel, it seemed, would have been even sleep at home dell'amichetto with red hair. How to Moon ...
Well, the night before, a few hours after the ridiculous half brawl female, Claude had found his sister back from a dissolute some relaxing walk (with Mr. Farm-Red, there was to bet) and the two had talked for a while '. Just enough to understand that their blue caravan was off limits, presumably because Bal and his pathetic attempts to be forgiven by EMI, and then the night would have had to arrange differently than usual. Moon At that point she started laughing, said that lending would be comforted with the factor of the house next door and was gone, wild cats since the DNA. While he, Claude, that night had set the broken-down emergency and had reduced to sleeping rough and arranger.
Il risultato ora, ventiquattr’ore dopo, era che Moon non era ancora tornata dai suoi felini vagabondaggi campestri - ma Aster, in proposito, aveva osservato ridacchiando che non c’era nulla di cui preoccuparsi circa quella libera figlia della Dea - e che, di fatto, Claude aveva il caravan azzurro tutto per sé. E per Vivi, ovviamente. Che però, stremata dalle chiacchiere adrenaliniche post-fuga (sì, l’avventura era compiuta e i risvolti penali a Claude non interessavano affatto), era crollata in pieno sonno a metà di una frase. Che peccato, though. The boy had prepared the room carefully. Had lit scented candles, changed the sheets, played with tarot cards to intrigue a bit '. Then, as he predicted years of happiness, prosperity and the arrival of a mysterious brown, she smiled and bowed her head to one knee, eyes closed, regular breathing. No.
Among them there was only a hug so, before, when Vivi had slunk away to find him waiting for the next motor supplied. Then they scooted to the edge of town in fear that someone had noticed her new show of talent. But nothing had stopped them. Neither house of Vivi, nor to the field. Everything was silent.
Claude got out of bed quickly and came to live now curled on itself. On other occasions, he had shown himself to be able to take advantage of the situation cravenly, asshole by the book. What was different now? What had stuck on the floor of the purest friendship with a beautiful girl who was so disarming?
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