DROWNING.

BUT WHAT IF THAT'S ALL THERE IS TO ME?

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you’re beautiful,   but you’re empty.    no one would die for you.

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like this for a starter.    specify muse or i’ll cry.    might be a one-liner,    might be word vomit.

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leftoverfear.

❝   your whole life?      RIGHT,     i forgot how dedicated you are.   ❞        it was something she could ADMIRE about him,      even if she didn’t always agree with the way he went about it.      she squints back at him slightly,     head tilted up as she tries to figure out WHAT HE KNOWS      (    and if it’s more than what she knows.    )        ❝    and you think you can just whisk her away and make her FORGET about whoever this guy is?      you’ve got the confidence,    at least.     maybe that will get you somewhere.   ❞      she almost hoped it did.        ❝    irresistible?      yeah,     and what if this guy is like,     ten times more irresistible?    ❞ 

‘      hey,    i’ve been working my charm on her since we were kids.     it’s a slowburn,    but good things take time.     it’s all about the build up,    baby.     ’      does it feel like a lost cause some days?    admittedly,    yes.    has that stopped him?    no.    someone’s got to show brooke she’s worth fighting for.       ‘      he can’t be that great if she hasn’t introduced him to you.    something’s up.     ’      just another reason to believe in his ‘ brooke’s hooking up with branson ‘ theory.    all this time,   and she hasn’t even introduced the guy to emma or riley?    it has to be branson.     ‘     more irresistible than me?     you’re killing me,    ri.     there’s not a guy in town that has anything on the jake.     ’

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leftoverfear.

❛   i wouldn’t go behind your back,     that’s for damn sure,   ❜    he quickly retorts,    features written with anger as he glares back at him.       ❛    i wanted to BURY those videos,     i wanted to put them behind us both.     we shouldn’t have used them for anything.     i definitely shouldn’t have used them to try to pay my way through college,    ❜       he mutters with a roll of his eyes.      it seemed to be his only hope at this point,     but he couldn’t rely on DIRTY MONEY.     it wasn’t right.       at the mention of emma,    lips purse together tightly,     and he takes a step closer to jake.     ❛    shut the hell up,   man,     there’s still hope.     if you and maddox butt out of it,    maybe i can actually try to FIX it.      there’s no reason she should have ever found about the nina thing,     and there’s definitely no reason that video should have been released.      don’t lie to me;     did you do that?      did you send that video out?   ❜

‘     what was i supposed to do,    ask for permission to throw you under the bus?    nah,   man.     ’       besides,    he doubts putting the videos behind them is even an option at this point;     the killer’s exposed people before.    there’s no doubting they’d do the same again.     it was safer if word got out his way.    if he was in control of the situation.    ‘     still hope?     hasn’t she been schmoozing it up with the new guy?     the duval train’s left your station,    bro.    get over it.     ’      says the boy that’s had his sights set on the same girl ever since they hit puberty.     that’s different,   obviously.     ‘      did i send–––– ?    no.    if i was going to send out a sex tape,    i’d share one worth watching.    you and emma?    ––––      way too vanilla.     ’  

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leftoverfear.

❛   are you really trying to REACH here?     he is not a murderer.     he’s saved me,    multiple times.   ❜       and perhaps she didn’t just mean physically.       ❛   it’s just a name.   a name that billions of people in the world have.     you’re just trying to look for reasons to hate him  —-   really,    his name,    QUINN?  ❜       she shoots back,     rolling her eyes again.      ❛   you hide things.     you hide things all the time,    but i’m not accusing you of murder.   ❜       at least not this time.     she bites her lip,    eyes looking up at the ceiling.     ❛   what,   so you can interrogate him until he confesses to something he isn’t doing?     no,    no way.     not interested in that game.   ❜

‘      and i’m grateful for that.    i am.    but that doesn’t mean he’s a good person.      ’       if there’s anything he’s learned months ago,    it’s that the people that paint themselves as trustworthy are to be suspected the most;    any acts of heroism could have only occured in an attempt to breed trust.    he’s not willing to fall for it.     ‘      you did accuse me of murder.     you accused me of murdering your mother.     ’      it’s not difficult to understand why;    he’d seen the video,    and given her mother’s sudden disappearance at the time,    it wasn’t difficult to draw assumptions.     still,    there’ll always be a part of him that’s wounded by the lack of trust his daughter seems to harbor toward him.    ‘      why is it you’re more willing to trust a boy you hardly know than your own father?     ’

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leftoverfear.

❛    one man.    one bad man,    but he is not seth.    not even close.     you don’t have the right to compare them when you refuse to take the time to get to know him   —–    you can save it anyway.     ace doesn’t need to waste his time,   ❜       she speaks coldly.       ❛    he doesn’t need to get caught up in whatever shady business deals you like to have with my boyfriends.  ❜  she scoffs,    quickly shaking her head.     ❛    ever think that maybe that’s why i like it?    good,    that means whatever psycho is out there doesn’t know where we are either.   ❜       she holds her hands up,    a defeated smile on her lips.     ❛   i shouldn’t have to tell you to be there for your daughter.   but like i said,   i don’t care.   ❜      she does;    it just feels safer to pretend she doesn’t. 

‘     he might not be seth,   but he could be worse.     didn’t he come to town around the same time the murders started up again?     if you really think he’s trustworthy,    i could ask miguel to pay him a visit.     someone that chooses to call themselves ace has to be hiding something.     ’      he’s only trying to look out for her,    even if she can’t see it.    his intentions are good.     ‘      that’s what you’re not understanding.    what if he’s the killer?     he’ll know exactly where you are.     ’     the laptop before him is shut,    mid-email,    as if that’s going to prove something to her.      ‘      i’m here now.     we can have breakfast.     no phones,    no laptops,    no work.    just us.    you can even invite your    .  .  .     boyfriend.     ’      truthfully,    there’s no promising they wouldn’t be interrupted;    it’s his job to serve the people,    and unfortunately,    that extends far beyond just his daughter. 

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leftoverfear.

❛   if that’s the case,    i get to find that out by myself,    not because you stopped me.     i prefer my men MATURE,    is that a crime?      he’s got a place away from here that i can go and actually feel safe.      safer than in the place i was stabbed and locked in a freezer.      the same one that you ——    ❜       she cut herself off,    a small huff falling from her lips.         ❛   saying it and showing it are two very different things.  ❜

‘     i would have thought you’d know better by now,    considering your history with older men.    i’ve seen the phone bills,    brooke.    seth branson wouldn’t stop calling for the longest time.     ––––      nobody knows where he lives.    it would be so easy for him to do whatever it is he wants,   and no one will know where you are.    that’s not safe.     ’     a hand is raised to drag over tired features,    sigh of exasperation escaping.     ‘      i don’t know what you want me to do.     i’m trying.    ’

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leftoverfear.

eyes roll,      head shaking.      she and her friends have decided to disclose as little as possible to their parents   —-   she doesn’t tell him that it’s more likely than he thinks.     ❛   you don’t trust any boy,    so why is he any different?    he’s not.     at least to you.     he’s different to me,   ❜       she claims,     arms crossing over her chest.     ❛  funny.    my phone wasn’t lighting up with miss calls and texts.    always fun whenever you choose when to care.   ❜

he could mention that the last boy she’d shown any interest in blackmailed him,    putting him through weeks of paperwork and wasted time in a jail cell,      but considering the fate of said boy,    he decides maybe it’s not the best decision after all.     ‘     he’s older than you.    a lot older.    there’s nothing trustworthy about a man that chooses to spend his time with a teenage girl.     ’      it’s a fruitless argument at the end of the day.    she won’t listen and he won’t win.     ‘     i always care.    don’t tell me i don’t.     ’

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leftoverfear.

❛   i could get hurt HERE,  ❜       she quickly shoots back.     because she’s not safe anywhere   —-   not in this town;    not when the killer seems to be anywhere he wants whenever he wants.       she gives him a blank look,    rolling her eyes at the mention of who she had been with.     ❛    don’t worry,   ❜        she mutters in a mocking tone.      ❛  he’s taking great care of me.     if you think he’s the one you have to worry about,     you have a whole other set of problems.   ❜

‘      it’s not as likely.    not since i’ve upgraded our security.    ’     deep down,   he knows better.    he knows he should be home more often,    but with all the murders,    his presence in the public eye is demanded;     he can’t be around for her,    not as much as he’d like.     ‘      i don’t trust him.    you know that.     ’      but her choice of company isn’t the problem here,    he has to remind himself.    ‘     if you insist on disappearing all night,    the least you could do is tell me where you are.    i need to know you’re safe.    ’

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leftoverfear.

❛   no need to play the concerned father figure now,    daddy.    it doesn’t matter where i was.    i’m here now,   ❜      she insists,     as if it’s a perfectly reasonable answer   —–    and as if there’s no reason he should be worried.     maybe she just wants him to worry for once. 

‘      you could have gotten hurt.     ’     even if he doesn’t make it obvious,    he does care.    sometimes he loses track of what’s important,   putting work before family,    but at the end of the day,    she’s what matters.      ‘     were you with that boy?     ’     that boy  ––––      the one with too many scars,    too much leather,    and more important,    the one that could entirely dismantle their family image.     ‘     you can’t trust people at a time like this,    brooke.    especially not people like him.     ’

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me:   i’m going to seriously revamp this blog me:   logs on just to write stupid quinn maddox

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leftoverfear.

a scoff falls from her lips,    eyes avoiding his in disinterest as her bag falls on the floor.     ❛   did you notice that one yourself,     or has the media already been alerted?  ❜

maybe he deserves that.    ‘     i noticed it myself,   thank you.     ’     not until he heard her car pull into the driveway,     but that’s entirely beside the point.    there’s a deranged,    psychotic killer on the loose––––     again.    that’s the point.     ‘      where were you?        ’

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‘     brooke ––––      ’      forehead is creased in confusion,    coffee mug set down on the table before him,    posture straightening.      ‘     it’s eight in the morning.   did you just get home?     ’      

@leftoverfear   brought this on herself.

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––––leftoverfear.

❛   dude?     no,     you chill,    dude,    ❜       he spat back,     words mocking his as he glared to his friend     (     if  he could call him that anymore,     considering the way his life was seeming to unravel all because of the way jake had gone behind his back.   )      ❛    i wouldn’t have told anyone anything.      we had a deal,    fitzgerald.     we were in this TOGETHER.     you just wanted to save your own ass.   ❜        that was money that will needed;     he didn’t have the money jake’s family did.    but jake had taken it too far with the blackmailing,     to a level that will didn’t want any part in.      ❛    this isn’t about me and emma.    it’s about me and you.   ❜

‘      BULLSHIT,    MAN.     ’      this isn’t what he wanted;    will’s his friend,   and he’d really like to keep it that way,    even when the rest of their group seems to be getting killed off one by one.    but he’s selfish,    doing only what would benefit him.    by telling brooke,    he’d win brownie points     (     that’s one step closer to finally scoring with the elusive maddox herself    )     and walk away scot free.    how could he pass that up?    ‘      you’ve been spazzing out about this ever since nina died.    i didn’t know what you’d do.     ’       he realizes the other could easily tell brooke about jake’s part in the whole blackmailing thing,    but maybe she won’t believe him.     maybe none of it matters;     everyone seems to be going down anyway.     ‘      sorry,    i forgot––––      there is no you and emma anymore.     ain’t that right,    pornstar?     ’

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why arent u following me partner u fake

luke voice:    i’m a cop not a stalker

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