Novel Version "Lilah"

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I've thought about telling him before. About their drinking and maybe even about the lashes I receive from time to time. Where's the moonshine?" my mothers slurred voice bounces off our high ceilings, causing a slight echo effect in my ears. She's never met someone as ill-mannered and menacing as him and it's not just his tattoos that lead her creative mind into developing such a thought. I walk a little further down the street and finally I come to a place that actually doesn't look bad. Or like there are strippers inside.

He lifts my arm ever so slightly and I look down at it. A light but there bruise sure enough sits on my arm just above my elbow. If the sound of the door opening right beside me didn't send me enough into the real world, then my body clashing with someone else's does. I like to think they're friends. I imagine them having known each other since they were young kids in school. They stayed friends throughout middle school and even high school. You have an ID?" a small smirk now rests on his face and I swear if it weren't for this tall counter, he'd wish he wasn't smirking. He takes the book from my hands, leaving me wondering what I'm supposed to do now. He places the book somewhere behind me and I gather my courage and look up at him.Can I help you?" he mumbles like he doesn't really want to help me. I'm sure that's not very good for Grey's business. I don't drink just straight coffee. I like to add a little kazam! to my coffee. Caramel, chocolate, anything of that nature really. Yeah," he mumbles and I walk toward the door to leave. I feel his presence behind me as I look out the window to make sure no one will see us exiting the employees only door. I think there's a ghost, Grey," I whisper. My training didn't teach me how to defeat ghosts. And Ghostbusters only goes so far.

Shout em out!" A loud voice shouts over everyone and voices flow into the bar. My eyes fall upon the bartender who works at a nearly impossible speed, all while a smile stays on his face.My heart falls and I mentally scold myself for thinking that she may actually want to converse with me about other things. MD5 of a better version of this file (if applicable). Fill this in if there is another file that closely matches this file (same edition, same file extension if you can find one), which people should use instead of this file. If you know of a better version of this file outside of Anna’s Archive, then please upload it.

He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly What happened to you?" he questions, his dark eyebrows pull into a deep frown as he steps in front of me. I remain seated next to mom as I look over at him pleadingly. All I want is for him to have at least a little bit of soberness in him to realize I really don't want to go.I-I'm sorry," I struggle, trying to swallow. He lets go of my shirt, shoving me away from him. My knee gives out and I fall, landing on the coffee table.

It makes me wonder if dogs make him happy. Dogs make everyone happy but honestly, he doesn't seem like everyone. Shelves cover most of the store. Considering he's not the youngest man ever, most of the store looks quite old. That doesn't keep me from loving it any less. What's your name?" I question, tilting my head up to see the side of his face as I trail after him. Is everything okay?" I mumble as he drags me through an employee only door, a pain travels through my knee and up my leg but I try to ignore it.Mr. Terrip doesn't mind it much. He's also deaf in one ear, the one he turns toward me when I babble but hey, it's okay. Would it be stealing if I ate a couple of strawberries?" I question suddenly, eyeing the strawberries that sit right next to me. I pull a navy sweatshirt over my head and slip on a pair of flip flops. My father hands me a crisp twenty dollar bill and I take it reluctantly.