#artcflying

[angelicbonded]

Claire had just gotten off work and immediately headed for the shower. Being a waitress was never her goal in life but it’s where she found herself for the moment. She’d had some rude customers early in the night and it soured her entire shift. So after she slipped on some underwear and a sports bra, she turned on her stereo with the intention to fold up her laundry before bed. 

The music always helped to pass the time and soon she’d forgotten the laundry, instead dancing to the beat around her room. Singing along with the song, a hairbrush in her hand, she didn’t notice that her curtains weren’t closed all the way. In all honesty, she probably wouldn’t have cared much if she had noticed. 

[beingannalise-blog]

@artcflying​ ;; liked for a song

So we open our eyes at midnight, see the setting of the sun Foundation is crumbling, the inner structures gone Used up by corruption and the passage of time We hope weve got some fight left 'Cause our children, our children are dying

( without a shot - john mellencamp )

      ❰    ━   ♛  ━━   A.K.    ❱

                Nothing tore at Annalise the way child abuse cases did. She generally avoided them at all costs, but she hadn’t gone into this one expecting there to be a little girl’s life hanging in the balance. It started with just a woman, a client, showing up saying that there were women locked in her basement and she needed help, and ended with Annalise screaming at the woman, “Don’t you see how corrupted this is? Your child is dying! Tell me where she is!” And then Annalise was sitting on a bench at the police station, time passing by slowly, long past the setting of the sun. 

Suddenly they brought her in, a little girl covered in dirt, eyes wide, innocent, clutching to the hand of a police officer. 

It wasn’t particularly that Annalise couldn’t leave, more that she stayed on principle, waiting to see if the little girl was alive. Annalise stood up slowly, the urge to get a drink pressing heavily on her mind, but she was fairly certain that the exhaustion was evident on her face and she probably shouldn’t be doing any extra driving.

[heretiicchild-blog]

@artcflying

“You lost?” She doesn’t even look up from the  counter to say it.  But he seriously doesn’t look remotely the type  to be in a voodoo shop.

[mcturethemes]

[text] It’s all fun and games till someone says you’re so pretty they could punch you and they, you know, punch you

grey: IT WAS ONE TIME.grey: I was DRUNKgrey: AND I SAID I WAS SORRY.

[tranquildeceit-blog]

“ that’s insane ”

Instantly regret seeped into the corners of her mind. She confessed everything, and he didn’t believe her, hell she wouldn’t have believe it, if she didn’t live it. Normal people don’t go around helping cover up murders.  She cracked open a bottle of whiskey and shrugged her shoulders. “Then can we just drink?”

[ficlelis-archived-blog]

Accent!

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