Knuckles rap on the RV door with impatience & when it swings open, words rush forth from her lips, not giving considerable pause between, ❛ That Madsen creep — The one stalking me and taking photos — He got me arrested. ❜ Her face, once reddened from tears of frustration, now only flushes with anger ; though, when her eyes meet his, her fury abates, expression softening, ❛ They took everything — ❜ She releases a long awaited breath, brows furrowing like a lost child, ❛ Can I come in ? ❜ // @blackwellburnout ❤’d !










