#chat:thomas

[maliafieri]

@o-malley

Ariel had walked off, so Malia was left on her own, sipping her punch. Diablo had flown off and perched himself in the rafters, but Nagini was still wrapped around her arm. The wristband around Malia’s left wrist was glowing red, but she hadn’t made any efforts in walking over to the blonde yelling for people with said wristbands to join her. She couldn’t be bothered. Dark eyes were wandering the warehouse, looking for either her boyfriend, or Lachlan. She was starting to get frustrated that she hadn’t seen either of them yet.

[beforethe-autumn]

@thcmss​

Sentou na soleira da porta da enfermaria, casada demais para dar mais um passo. Depois de uns segundos percebeu a idiotice que tinha feito em vir sozinha e mancando da biblioteca até ali. Idiotices eram a especialidade de Summer, ainda mais quando o assunto era se machucar. Era distraída demais para o seu próprio bem. E no caso, baixinha demais, já que foi descendo na escadinha que se machucou, a mesma escadinha que a ajudava na biblioteca quando precisava alcançar lugares mais altos do que seu um metro e sessenta permitia. E agora estava ali, na enfermaria, com um pé torcido. Uma pessoa passou, fazendo uma careta para o estado de Summer, e ela teve uma ideia “Oi, tudo bem? Poderia fazer um favor? Chama o Thomas para mim?” indicou com o polegar a enfermaria “Fala que é a Summer, ele vai entender. Obrigada!” 

[maliafieri]

@o-malley

When Malia realized that she would have to go back home for a short while after the trip to Paris, she knew that after what happened with Thomas, she couldn’t just leave without saying anything. He deserved better than that. With how things were in their past, she knew she’d have to leave some sort of note or something letting him know that she wasn’t just up and leaving him again. After what happened in Paris, he had started to distance himself from her, and she didn’t blame him.

However, now that she was back and things back home were taken care of, she needed to see him. It should be easy enough, considering his room was in the same apartment as his, but he always managed to avoid her. Not this time though. While he was out, she made her way into his room and laid on his bed, scrolling through her phone until he got back. As soon as he walked into his bedroom, she set her phone aside and he had her undivided attention. “Are you ready to stop avoiding me, mi amor?”

[camillexbecaudxisxawful-blog]

Text @ Thomas

Camille: Are you handling this situation with Rhys?

Camille: If you are working with Lucien to do so, fine, just let me know that Brie is alright and whatever is going on will never happen again

Camille: Also, if you would be so kind as to kick him (Lucien) in the nuts for me that would be great -Camille

[fuck-alkjfgh]

Master Thomas,

May I speak to you?

[fuck-alkjfgh]

Master.

Come.

[fuck-alkjfgh]

*Caragh stared at him, disbelief clear in her face. Shaking her head she felt tears falling down her face.* You really think that's why they didn't keep me? You think because I let people walk all over me is why they leave? You don't know anything about me. You claimed me because I'm pretty and you probably heard I was good in bed. I love you. I love you more than I love anyone and you act like I'm the devil himself come to make you miserable. All I do. Is serve you. I don't have anything else. Ask me what I did last night. ASK ME. I sat in the guest room by the door, hoping you would come for me. But instead I found out you were too busy fucking my friend. You look at me like I'm shit. You treat me even worse. You act like I'm the problem because that's easier isn't it? It's easier to act like I'm pretending to be the way I am so that you can justify abusing me. Because that's what this is. Abuse. You always get so upset when I say I don't believe you love me. But you don't treat someone you love the way you treat me. You're upset that you have to hold me and tell me you care? Really? REALLY? You should want to do that. You should want to make me feel loved. Feel needed. Instead I wish I was dead because I think. Maybe then he would be happy. Because then he could do whatever he wanted without feeling guilty. You punish me. Because I have feelings. Do you realise that? You're miserable. You're tired. You're betrayed. What about me? WHAT AM I WHEN YOU GO AND FUCK EVERYONE THAT BREATHES AND MAKE PROMISES YOU HAVE NO INTENTION OF KEEPING. What does that make me? You actually. Hate me. Because I'm depressed. But you're doing this. I'm not allowed to cry. How fucked up is that? What if I was Hayden? What if she came to you and said "my owner doesn't let me cry, and he says I exhaust him because I'm unhappy" my mother. Just died. I've been kidnapped, forced to be a sex slave, passed around like a fucking library book, hit, yelled at, abandoned. But god forbid I feel. God forbid I shed one tear or break a rule. YOU'RE TERRIBLE TO ME. You act like I make you miserable but when you leave. When you don't have me. You'll realise you're miserable because you're ripping apart the best thing in your life. No one else will love you. No one else will sit here and let you do this and still love you and want you. You're. The problem. And I would LOVE to hear you call me immature again, because in case you haven't noticed. I wasn't always like that. I've gotten more childish since being with you because I had to hide behind something. I have to hide behind myself so that I'm not as scared. Because I'm TERRIFIED OF YOU. All I ask is that you love me and hold me and let me cry sometimes. Instead you leave me, fuck my friends, and hit me. Why? WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS? WHAT HORRIBLE THING HAVE I DONE TO MAKE YOU HATE ME SO MUCH. All I've ever done. Is love you...

[fuck-alkjfgh]

Master?

May I please speak to you?