Renee / Pierre - explosion - PG-13

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Renee felt like her entire soul was ready to snap in half by the time she was home. Her cheeks were stained with make-up, tears and Tasha's blood. She'd done her best to wipe it all off, but had really only succeeded in smearing her make-up even more. She just wanted to crawl into a hole and hibernate forever.

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Renee / Pierre - explosion - PG-13

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Renee felt like her entire soul was ready to snap in half by the time she was home. Her cheeks were stained with make-up, tears and Tasha's blood. She'd done her best to wipe it all off, but had really only succeeded in smearing her make-up even more. She just wanted to crawl into a hole and hibernate forever.

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Some girls never learn

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The week had rushed past Jude and now that she had time to breathe for herself she barely knew what to do with it. She'd become used to people pulling at her hair and applying makeup and telling her how to stand and what to feel and now she was just...Jude. She wasn't quite sure what to do with Jude.

After all, Jude wasn't the most wonderful of people. Jude had blocked out those who showed any signs of caring. She thought, just maybe, that she had been getting better. Getting stronger. But she could see now she was wrong about that.

She stood where she was, cold air seeping into her, and pulled her phone from her pocket, still watching straight ahead. The air escaping her lips was white and it took a handful of rings before the phone was answered on Slink's end.

"I'm outside my father's house," she told the other girl, eyes still on the lit up windows in front of her. She stood numbly on the grass outside and closed her eyes. "Give me a reason not to go in." The please on the end was unspoken but it was obvious in her voice anyway.

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Some girls never learn

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The week had rushed past Jude and now that she had time to breathe for herself she barely knew what to do with it. She'd become used to people pulling at her hair and applying makeup and telling her how to stand and what to feel and now she was just...Jude. She wasn't quite sure what to do with Jude.

After all, Jude wasn't the most wonderful of people. Jude had blocked out those who showed any signs of caring. She thought, just maybe, that she had been getting better. Getting stronger. But she could see now she was wrong about that.

She stood where she was, cold air seeping into her, and pulled her phone from her pocket, still watching straight ahead. The air escaping her lips was white and it took a handful of rings before the phone was answered on Slink's end.

"I'm outside my father's house," she told the other girl, eyes still on the lit up windows in front of her. She stood numbly on the grass outside and closed her eyes. "Give me a reason not to go in." The please on the end was unspoken but it was obvious in her voice anyway.

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Del/Pierre - PG 13

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It was as much the desire for sex as the desire to get out of her aunt's house that sent to to Victoria Lane and Pierre's bed. She wouldn't admit even to herself how much she enjoyed his presence. It even seemed like the sex was better with him than with other guys, and she couldn't quite work out why. All the same technicalities were going on and yet... but it was also scarier. The way he looked into her eyes during terrified her and made everything in her want to run.

But when they were done she didn't run. She slept. Not in his arms. Never in his arms. Delilah wasn't that type of girl. She wasn't the huggable lover to keep close as you dozed off. She had been once, but not now. Not anymore.

She knew it was a dream almost as soon as she fell into it. Sometimes it was just so clear. She'd never seen the way it had happened in real life, but she'd seen it a million times and a million differant ways when she'd closed her eyes. Screech of tires, screams of the dying, smash of glass. In her dreams she was always there, always watching from the sidelines and never able to do anything to change it. She screamed and yelled and shook and cried but nothing else.

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Del/Pierre - PG 13

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It was as much the desire for sex as the desire to get out of her aunt's house that sent to to Victoria Lane and Pierre's bed. She wouldn't admit even to herself how much she enjoyed his presence. It even seemed like the sex was better with him than with other guys, and she couldn't quite work out why. All the same technicalities were going on and yet... but it was also scarier. The way he looked into her eyes during terrified her and made everything in her want to run.

But when they were done she didn't run. She slept. Not in his arms. Never in his arms. Delilah wasn't that type of girl. She wasn't the huggable lover to keep close as you dozed off. She had been once, but not now. Not anymore.

She knew it was a dream almost as soon as she fell into it. Sometimes it was just so clear. She'd never seen the way it had happened in real life, but she'd seen it a million times and a million differant ways when she'd closed her eyes. Screech of tires, screams of the dying, smash of glass. In her dreams she was always there, always watching from the sidelines and never able to do anything to change it. She screamed and yelled and shook and cried but nothing else.

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