mendozaxmaya:
Tired? “You damn right I’m tired of saying it,” Maya snapped at him. “Yeah, you killed people-like our parents, you bastard!” she hollered at him. “You want me to get over it? Over what? The fact that you were once the sweetest boy ever that I called my brother? Or the fact that you’re just like the rest of-” she didn’t dare finish the statement-she was so angry at him that she could slap him across the face-which she did.
He felt something deep within, he didn’t understand what it was but he felt a little twinge of something when she spoke.. but he chose to ignore it completely. “What is your problem?” he drawled. “They’ve been dead for years -- and they should have died in Summerdale anyway. Maybe it was just fate catching up to them.”












