❛ He found me . ❜ ──── A VISIBLE WINCE GRACES battered features, lips besmeared in both lipstick and crimson, her swelled lid altering a shade of deep BLUE while they focus on emerald greens . ──── ❛ . . . I wanted ta LEAVE- ya gotta believe me when I say I was on my way ta you, but I wasn’t gonna let him W I N . He’s taken too much, Red . ❜ ──── SHOULDERS quake as she sobs into the palms of her hands, voice shaking with every WORD choked . ──── ❛ . . . and I can’t LOSE you too- yer all I have left . You’re the ONLY thing in my life that makes sense anymore . ❜
Pamela felt sick to her stomach. This foreboded feeling that crept heavily within her lungs. lurked there. It wouldn’t go away. SHE WOULD KILL THE BASTARD. STRANGLE HIM WITH THE VINES OF HER CHILDREN. She continued to seethe, but returned with the first aid kit. Was her --- No---- “That fucker broke your wrist.” She spat out venomously, then a curse left her lips. Realizing she was getting heated, and her children had begun to stir once they understood, knew that their Queen Mother had been angered, Pam immediately softened. Clasping her hands over Harley’s face, she brought her closer then kissed her. A very soft chaste, sweet kiss then let her hands drop and continue to mend the damage the UGLY VILE CLOWN caused.