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‘ you lied to me.’ / patracleeo

‘ i did not lie to you. ‘ beth insisted, placing her hands on her lower back. so maybe, she left out a couple of important details about her revenge plan against tom, but she knew lola would have never let her do it.

‘ i just... didn’t tell you the whole truth. i was doing work. just...personal work. look, i’m sick of that man trying to control me. for as long as i’ve known you, he’s been a thorn in my side. you and i may be okay now, but i am never calling him dad. he’s a piece of shit, no one would fucking miss him. ‘ beth found herself rambling on, as if she were trying to justify the situation. at the moment, she wasn’t sure exactly who she was trying to convince.

‘ look, i’m sorry, okay. i.. kind of lost it for a minute. ‘ beth said softly, glancing down at the floor of their kitchen. ‘ can you blame me, though? ‘

#patracleeo #meme #hello hi!#so basically if u remember the beth has tom locked up and is fucking with him thread #maybe she didnt actually fill lola in on it lol #Anonymous

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Seeing Jimmy work was a thing of beauty, to see a feral boy run head-first into danger the way he did was both concerning and admirable. Either he was extremely confident, or extremely stupid, or a mixture of both. It was broad daylight, his car had rolled up next to the mansion, he eyed it over the brim of his shades, did a bump for good luck. He had calmly pulled an AK47 out his trunk, pinged his cigarette, then waltzed in the front door, whistling as he walked. The building had erupted in anarchy, Jimmy left corpses in his path. His target didn’t matter -- he was just some other criminal who wanted Jimmy gone, another in a long line of bastards Jimmy would happily dispatch.

He fought his way through the mansion with the only tool Jimmy had; his brutality. He erupted from one of the rooms, snarling into the face of the man he had by the throat. He was aware of someone else in the room, but they weren’t his concern. He headbutted the man, allowed a guttural sound to leave his lips. He punched the man to the ground, wiped the blood from his lip. Jimmy didn’t do long-range combat, he preferred to get his hands dirty. He pulled his pistol out the back of his pants, the man went to talk, raised his hands to plead, Jimmy pulled the trigger. He turned his attention to whoever was in the room with him, expecting another fight, but to his surprise -- he knew her. “Lola?” He growled, adrenaline still pumping through his veins, “the fuck are you doing here?” He panted as he spoke, “you weren’t hired by this cunt, were you?” He moved back to the other room to retrieve the AK he had lost in the fight. “’Cos I could use a hand here.”

#ch; jimmy #v; banquet of consequences #this is really somethin i should've plotted cos it makes a lot of assumptions but #??? ride or die i guess #patracleeo