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The man stared at me in Ryson's arms and I felt terrible chills climbing up my spine like a horror movie. He had bad vibes to him, his eyes were snake-like and he was a burly man with a dirty stench to his ragged clothes. Ryson was stiff and his arms tightened around me.
"Dad." He said and I widened my eyes, well, that was indeed my bad impression about Rys's father. They were so different from each other, the man had black hair that revealed a slight empty patch in the middle while Ryson's hair had thick curls. I remembered what he had done to Ryson's back and I grew madder than before.
"What do you want from him?" I hotly snapped. Ryson looked down at me with a tight-lipped frown, oops, I said a bad thing. I tried to sound hostile but it ended up sounding like a pitiful small kitten.
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The sight of my house with a broken door and a shattered window glass made me sober to reality. The reality was something like this: kicked dad out, he hired a man to kill me, dad succeeded but I came back to life. I had Evangeline with no money and a shitty life. I could tell she was curious but got scared when I had my tantrums directed at her. She ought to know eventually but it was too soon for her to delve deeper into the sad life of Ryson Adams."Stop thinking," Evangeline advises as she squeezed my hand. A part of me never wanted to let go of her but I had to so I could wipe away the dark patches of my past."Evange," I said softly, "we have to separate from here." She was sad and I wished I could just make her happy all her life."I will, but on one condition." She muttered and
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Each sob that vibrated through her body was a direct bullet to my heart. Evangeline was in my arms after many explanations on my side. I knew what I needed to do this time. I couldn't let this go any further more than it already had. We had been in the hospital bed for three hours after the nurses declared her dad's funeral tomorrow and the cops got the information needed from me.You fucked it up, you monster. I beat myself up as I exhaled in exhaustion and my tired eyes took in my innocent girl state. The mental picture of Evangeline ripping the belts made me want to kill myself to end her pain.My dad definitely had to pay.I didn't give a fuck about what would happen next but I needed a break from my agonizing soul and my restless conscience. If only I had warned Evange away from m
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I stared at the hands that weren't mine, or at least I would like to think so. My tear stained cheeks averted to the two dead men that Ryson and I had killed that were carried out to the center. It was fast and instantaneous, I never expected us to end up this way. I was supposed to be in Julliard training to be the top pianist in the whole wide world, it seemed too far to reach but that was what I wanted and Rys was supposed to find a job that carried a stable life. Instead, we became killers who had anger in their hearts and trembling hands."Evangeline Hart and Ryson Adams." The officer called both of our names and we silently obliged. Both of us too tired to talk, I could tell the dangerous conflicts Ryson's eyes portrayed. He was thinking about what happened earlier and by the intensity of his eyes, I could tell he was mad at himself for bringing me into this.
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