oh brody

8

I’ve killed so many people I’ve lost count. I can never come back from this. I’m a monster. I can feel the anger inside me. But somewhere inside me, I’m still more than that. Better than that…

“Thomas slow down you are going to get us killed!” You squeal as Thomas speeds down an empty road. You clutch the side of the car, preparing for death.

“Oh calm down,” he smirks, pushing harder on the gas petal. “You have to let go, learn to have some bloody fun.”

“I’m sorry, is death fun to you? I’ve always wanted to get into a car crash!” You yell at him sarcastically. “You’re insane…” You mutter as he continues to speed.

Thomas rests his hand on your thigh, rubbing soft circles against your skin to calm you down. “Just let go.” You look over at him, taking a deep breath and untying your hair, sticking your hand out the window and letting the wind engulf it, letting it fly against the air. You let out a playful scream. Glancing over at Thomas he was staring at you with a playful smirk, as if the sight of you ‘letting go’ was getting him going. He watches you with a sly grin, licking his upper lip as you lean over to let your hair fly in the wind.

But then the car slows, and he pulls over.

“What the hell Thomas, I was starting to have fun,” you throw your hands up in annoyance. He wears the same smirk, unbuckling his seatbelt and grabbing your waist, pulling you over to him.

“Now its my turn for fun,” his lips press against your neck.

oh..

look at that.

a..nice

little afternoon

…family walk *eye twitch*