Summary: Siblings who kill together stay together, I guess.
Warning: Murder, swearing, a Christian prayer, male hate a little
Surely this couldnât be real? No. Absolutely not. Iâm going to open my eyes and this will all be a terrifyingly realistic dream. Okay. Deep breath. One. Two. Three.Â
Fuck.
âThis is real, Grace.â Tommy assured her in his most authoritative voice.
She rolled her eyes at him with the sigh. âOf course itâs real, Thomas. Because I am the idiot that indulged these ridiculous fantasies of yours and now this poor sod is paying the price for my mistake.â She avoided looking at the man laying lifeless on the floor while she ranted, wondering how were they going to get out of this one.Â
âHe looked at you funny.â Tommyâs smaller, natural voice fought through the whirlwind that was Graceâs thought process. âHeâs a bad person, Gracie. He would have hurt you.â
âYou didnât even know him, Tommy. Neither of us did. We canât live like this. Being judge, jury and executioner of every person who you think might hurt us.â Grace made her way over to him, still trying to ignore the man now beside her. âWeâd be the only people let of the planet, my dear.âÂ
He sighed, knowing his darling big sister was right, as she always was, and hung his head in shame. âI wonât apologise. I wonât feel guilty. He deserved this. Maybe not to you but I know exactly what went though his mind when he saw you and I hate that men think like this. Why do men think like this?â He was staring to get angry again now, stepping back from Grace and pacing the small room. âMen are disgusting, Grace. All of them. They will lie, cheat, and hurt you over and over until youâre a shell of a person and canât walk away from them... Or theyâll just take what they want whether you want to or not and never give you a second glance!â By the end, he was shouting. Grace saw this happen a lot, his mood-swings and temper-tantrums, but this was the first time when a barely living person was involved.Â
She she knew right at this moment... I have to protect him. So Grace snapped out of her trance and made a move towards the man. She began whispering as she knelt beside him, âHave mercy upon me, O God, according to Your loving kindness; according to the multitude of Your tender mercies,â she took a deep breath, âblot out my transgressions.âÂ
Grace placed her hands over his mouth and nose. âGracie, what are you doing?â Tommyâs panic overtook all other emotions.
âWash me thoroughly from my iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin.â Grace held down until she couldnât see him breathing any longer, and didnât move for some time after. She didnât cry for the man, she didnât weep, she took another deep breath and stood to her feet, brushing imaginary dirt off her palms onto her jeans. âThere.â
âWhat... What did you do?â Tommy was more than a little shocked. His kind, loving, sweet, innocent big sister just killed someone right in front of his eyes... and he could only blame himself. What have I done...
âTommy, he was as good as dead anyway. You didnât kill him. I did. Thatâs the story if anyone finds out. He came at me, I didnât know what to do.â Tommy tried to interject, repeatedly saying ânoâ. âYes, Tommy, this has to work. You canât take the blame for this. I did this. Me. This is the only way we get away with this.â Grace was convincing, it was the law student in her. âLeave your phone here. Weâll go somewhere and dump the body, Iâll report to the police that Iâd been attacked, and we just go from there.â Tommy stayed silent. âOkay?â
Iâve never written anything dark before... maybe I could try a part 2?
In another, more serious note; If you see this then please support the Black Lives Matter movement as well as Trans Rights (because those are being messed with in the UK especially right now), and look up about what is happening in Yemen and how you can help. Letâs all be better allies
No one ever truly forgets their first love. People move on, find new love, maybe even forget their names, but no one can forget the feeling of their first love. Kate thinks back to her first love, her âhigh school sweetheartâ, if you will. He wasnât extraordinary - in fact, pretty average as far as looks and personality go. He was this standard artsy goth kid named Kai. He wore a different coloured beanie every day and carried around this black skateboard with a bunch of stickers he drew himself and his trusty sketchbook was never not in his bag. In all honesty, she was quite different from him on the outside. Kate was a brainiac - and she looked the part with her perfect uniform, pin straight hair, and those glasses that make you look intelligent. They were friends for a few weeks before Kai started crushing on Kate. Naturally the whole friend group decided that it was their God given duty to get these crazy kids together. So they did, and Kate ended up falling for him a little bit, and him for her, and thus they became one anotherâs first loves. They only lasted 9 weeks together before they decided they were better off as friends, seeing as she was going off to college and he would still be in school. Now, even though Kate has had relationships since then and doesnât have a vivid memory of her time with Kai, she tried to forget him, but never could, no one ever forgets their first love.
Prompt: âWhy me?â âWhat?â âYou could have had anyone, so why me?â âBecause youâre the only one I want, you always have been⊠is that really so hard to believe?â
Summary: J.D asks why Charlie chose her.
J.D sat with Charlie in their cosy little cottage, his secret hideaway from all the violence of his work. It was off the grid where no one would find them and disturb the peace. J.D knew about the life, but Charlie always wanted to protect her from it and so found a plot of land to hide her away - protect her from violence and from falling victim to his enemies. The more hidden away she was, the safer she was in his books. Unfortunately, that led to some insecurities on her part. Not knowing where he was every day when he left for work, what he was doing, if he was even alive⊠Sheâd shared these worries with him, and he reassured her every time.Â
âCharlie⊠How am I meant to know if youâre in trouble?â J.D had asked one morning before he left. Charlie was getting dressed into his three piece suit, a personal favourite of hers on him, while J.D lay in bed still, the duvet wrapped around her like the cocoon could protect her from her own fears.
âYou wouldnât. But trust me,â Charlie leaned over her frame, arms either side of her body. âI have things in place if ever something were to happen to me. Iâd keep you safe, forever. I promise.â His voice became more stern with every word. Heâd placed a kiss to her forehead, then to her lips to prevent her coming protest. End of conversation.Â
This evening was different. There was something else bugging her. Heâs spent all the time in the world proving to her how much he loves her, how he cares, how sheâs the only woman on the planet for him, he could never look at another woman. That wasnât what was on her mind this time around. Maybe it was all in her head and just definitely needed to get out more, but the seclusion and not knowing was beginning to get to her head. âCharlie.â J.Dâs small voice broke the silence. He hummed in response, eyes closed and arms holding her close on the settee. âWhy me?â
Confusion was evident on his face and in his voice. âWhat?â
âYou could have had anyone, soâŠâ Her voice fell to just a whisper. âIn your line of work, Iâm sure you come across all kinds of women - women who can handle what you do, who know what the life of crime is, who can protect themselves and certainly donât need to be hidden away from sight.â She stopped, for fear of her voice failing, but Charlie knew she wasnât quite done, so waiting in silent patience while she collected herself. âIâm nothing extraordinary so why me?â She was scared to look him in the eye, taking full advantage of her position buried into his chest by hiding further into him.Â
Charlie shifted to sit facing her instead. He took J.Dâs face into his hands and looked so deep into her eyes she was sure he was looking into her very soul. Charlie was searching. Searching for a flicker of humour, hoping she was joking because what on earth could he want other than her? She was pristine perfection in his eyes, everything he wanted in a woman. She was beautiful. She was kind. She was understanding. She was funny. She was playful. And how could he forget how she made him feel in and out of the bedroom. She was⊠perfect. He was searching for a little piece of her that would tell him âIâm playing you. I know you love meâ but for some reason, it seemed like in her eyes, in her heart, she didnât even know that simple fact. Heâd fallen for her long before she knew. She worked in the local cafe on the weekends and evenings. He found out that she was at university at the time, studying forensic psychology, would you believe. She specialised in human behaviour and yet couldnât simply see how he cared for her. He found out everything he could about just by being around, learning as he went. The more he knew, the harder he fell. By the time she agreed to a date, he was already head over heels, which wasnât meant to happen to him. He was the bad guy, the criminal who didnât deserve to be loved - but he wanted to try, no, he had to try. And they both fell into a beautiful romance. How is it possible that two years down the line, two years of him proving to her over and over that sheâs the one, that she couldnât see it. She couldnât see the love in his eyes and feel the care in his touch and read on his face that she was the sole reason for him being alive right now. How? âJenniferâŠâ he used her real name. âI donât⊠What?â He was so lost by this.
âWhy me?â She said slowly, clearly, staring right back into his pearly blues.
She was serious. How could she be serious? âBecause⊠Because youâre the only one I want, you always have been⊠is that really so hard to believe?â He wanted to cry. What was he doing wrong? How bad had he messed up to make her worry about this so much?Â
Relief spread over J.D, seeing how genuine he was, knowing in her heart that he was being honest. âI love you, Charlie.â
âI love you, Jennifer. Always have, always will.â He placed a gentle kiss to her lips, then her cheeks, her nose, her forehead; he left little kisses all over her face until she was giggling and gently pushing him. âJ.D. What can I do? What can I do in order to make you see this? That youâre the only one for me. That I am with you all the way?â He held her hands in his.
âNothing. I just needed to hear it, I think.â She smiled at him, genuinely, happy to have that off her mind. They ended up falling asleep on the sofa, listening to the soothing tones of Charlieâs classical music selection, knowing in their hearts they are loved.
Basically, I look up writing promts online and have a little list to go off of for now, with a couple works already completed. If you want to send me some prompts, thatâd be nice.Â
I actually ended up using my own initial for this one, not my name but unintentionally using J.D... my subconscious crush on Charlie Hunnam coming through? Iâm watching Sons of Anarchy, sorry.
Iâm rambling. Have a wonderful morning/day/afternoon/evening.
