Lindy Zart

Why are you in my room?___ecause I can be.___ou shouldn__ be.___ave it, Rochester. You broke my nose.___oes it hurt?__e lifted a hand toward his face and dropped it. __ou could say that.___ood.__e nudged a tray on the floor with his boot. It had oatmeal, toast, and orange juice on it. __ungry?__onor__ stomach growled. __o.__yder__ lips turned up in a fleeting sadistic smile. He kicked the tray across the room. It hit the wall and overturned. __ood.

He was talking. I tried not to think of how he looked and instead of what he was telling me. Once I accomplished that, my brain couldn__ get past the __unning_ part. __ don__ run._ I walked the mile run at school. True story. I abhorred any kind of physical exercise. I wasn__ good at it. I was skinny, but I was soft; had absolutely no muscle mass at all. That__ the way I liked it. Who was he to try to change that, change me? I wouldn__ let him. No way, no how. One half of his mouth lifted. He seemed to be enjoying this a little too much. __ou do now. You have to be fit, you have to be strong, Taryn, if you__e to stand any chance of surviving this. Come on, we__l start with stretching._ He forced me to twist my body into unimaginable positions. I even had to touch my toes. The agony. Luke took pleasure from my pain; even laughing as I moaned and groaned through it all. Then, the worst came about. He. Made. Me. Run.

Remy shot to her feet, eyes blazing. Her hands were fisted at her sides. __on__ be stupid, Creed.___hat did you say?_ I asked slowly.__on__. Be. Stupid.__ opened my mouth, closed it. __hy do you even care?_ I finally asked.Remy__ eyes shifted away from mine. She was hiding something. __ou__e giving up.___o._ I shook my head. __iving up would be giving in to the darkness completely. I haven__ quite taken that step yet.___hat__ stopping you?___hat?___f you don__ care and you want it to be over, what__ stopping you from letting the evil inside of you destroy you?__ou.__ou need to leave,_ I told her.__ can__.__ low rumble sounded deep in my chest.__re you growling at me?___re you scared?___o.___ou should be,_ I stated, moving for her.

Jack gave her a fierce look. __our mother gave up the best thing she had in her life. I know you miss her, I know you__e confused and have all sorts of questions for her. But you__e better than her, Lola, you__e better than all of this. __he wronged you, not the other way around. You didn__ do anything wrong. You didn__ deserve what happened to you. She__ the one that needs to feel bad, not you. __ometimes there are no answers. You have to accept that. Maybe you__l never know what you think you need to know, but do you really need to know all the details, really? You know she wasn__ there when you needed her, she still isn__ here when you need her, but look around, Lola._ Jack opened his arms wide. __ou got me. You got your aunt. Jared. Sebastian. Rachel. Even Isabelle. __ou need to realize that and move on, as best you can. I had to realize that myself. When you let go of the pain and hurt and unanswered questions, Lola, then you__l be okay. You__e safe now._ Jack pressed a kiss to her forehead. __ou__e safe now. Remember that. Believe that.

Without making a conscious decision to do so, Drew grabbed a fistful of her ridiculous blond wig and tugged.Some of her hair came with it and he felt a moment of satisfaction when she howled. Bianca__ real hair was a matted mess against her head. He looked at the wig in his hand and moved his gaze to the water fountain.Bianca__ eyes widened. __on__ do it. Don__ you dare._ __on__ do what? Don__ do this?_ He dangled the wig above the fountain.She raised her hands and crept toward him. __ust give it back, Drew, and we__l be even. Okay?___aawww, is Bianca getting worried? Poor baby.___ome on.___ay you__e sorry._ He shook it up and down.__hat? No way.__ith a shrug, he tossed the wig into the water fountain.

Your father...isn't good with emotions._ __eah. Figured that out a while ago._ Like, when I was four and cried because our family cat died and he offered to have it stuffed as a means to make me feel better. It didn't.

Sometimes in life, you do things you don__ want to. Sometimes you sacrifice, sometimes you compromise. Sometimes you let go and sometimes you fight. It__ all about deciding what__ worth losing and what__ worth keeping.