bad romance | farah + carter
Farah Sullivan should be the poster child for âFeeling like youâre always looking over your shoulder?â because that was honestly her life. Still having no idea who killed the family that had held her captive to their whim, she worried that whoever it was might come after her, too. So any time something crashed behind her or she felt eyes lingering on her, her assassin side always seemed to crawl back into her spine and straighten her, alerting her to each subtle movement. She hated it. She hated being afraid all the time.
âDinah, stop... Iâll be back later, okay?â she huffed as she grabbed her bag and trotted out the door, closing it quietly behind her to drown out the shouts from her sister about how they were supposed to have quality time... Even though that was all theyâd done all weekend. She loved her sister more than any other human being, but she needed a little time every now and then to distance herself from society and stay sane. She still woke up from nightmares every night.
She tucked her hands into the pockets of her denim jacket and started down the sidewalk. Walks always calmed her mind, let her think a little bit better. Her fingers rubbed the palms of her hands in her pockets, as if trying to wipe them off. Sometimes she swore her hands were stained red. It was the worst when she was at the preschool holding a child and seeing nothing but red hands on the precious child.
She shook the thought from her head as she trudged on. One hand dipped into her bag, grabbing her shades and sliding them onto her face. She then looked down and stuck her hands back into her bag, scrounging around for a hair tie. She grunted a bit as she continued ruffling around, turning onto the next street to head towards downtown, her shoulder suddenly slamming into someone walking the opposite direction of her.
âOh, sorr-â she started, but then went still as stone. She was glad her shades covered her eyes as she stared up into the eyes of none other than Carter. She felt her heart beat out of her chest and also fill with fear. She didnât know it was possible to feel those things simultaneously. âC-Carter???â she asked incredulously. She wanted to kiss him, but also run away. She didnât deserve to be anywhere near him. She didnât deserve to breathe his air. He was no said by any means, but god she looked like the fucking devil next to him. âWhat are you doing here??â she breathed, as if she had any right to question him.
Fuck, he still had her wrapped up in knots.
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