With this...

Jul 20, 2005 04:00

Adam stood on the balcony, a small vial of clear liquid in his hand, hazels staring intently on it. HE didn't like the idea of killing another man. But he didn't think he had much of a choice. He had hurt Emma. And he was probably going to kill whatever child they would make together. It was more for that child than for Emma that he was doing this ( Read more... )

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icy_bitch July 20 2005, 11:16:05 UTC
She was trashed. She knew this. But it was a good drunk. It was celebrating. She had one. Shaw hadn't broken her. She would be better and she was still Adam's.

And that was all that mattered. She was Adam's.

Wandering through the house, the kitten cradled in her arms.

"Baby? I got a present tonight.'

And from her arms, the kitten called. "Yeah! Present! MEEEEE!"

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