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Rip Out The Wings of A Butterfly
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The youngest blonde aimed the gun carefully, being sure not to miscalculate. She cocked the handgun quickly as darkness took over her body. Hatred and treason ran cold through her veins. Her muscles tightened as if automatically knowing what to do. She watched carefully as she pulled the trigger slowly. The gun jerked back in her hands as the bullet left in a smoky path.
Paula turned at the noise with a look of shock, the look Spencer would remember for eternity. The bullet pierced through the skin of the woman’s chest forcing her back and causing spatters of blood to fly into the air. By the time she fell to the ground, Ashley was covered in the blood spatters and was shaking terribly.
The blood on our hands is the wine
We offer as sacrifice
The blonde stood agape with the gun still aimed perfectly still where it was. Her eyes traveled through the smoky mist and landed on the silver reflection. She saw herself in a way she never wanted to be seen. She saw anger and rage pour out of her own reflection, and she dropped the gun causing it to go off once more. The bullet pierced a wall as another smoky mist left the end of the gun.
“Holly fuck, Spencer, you don’t drop a gun.” Ashley said wiping the blood from herself with a nearby towel. She picked her shirt up from the ground, reaching it before the pool of blood did, and putting it on to cover herself from seeing the blood she couldn’t remove. She didn’t mean for her words to come out so cruel, they just did. Once she saw the awe and sadness and even shock in her girlfriend’s face, she soon rushed to her side. “Spence, it’s going to be okay. I promise you.” Ashley said as she wrapped Spencer into a tight hug.
Spencer broke into tears. She couldn’t go back in time, and she desperately wanted to. She just shot her mother for the love of her girlfriend. It was something that you only saw happen on movies but never actually thought of it happening to you.
Come on, and show them your love
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Peanut. just. wow. that. was. intense. just. holy wow. yea. that’s twice today you’ve left me with no words. i guess you do have a talent. *whispers* congrats youre the only one that can do it
DAAAAAMMMMNNN! THIS IS CRAZY……..BUT, GOOD.
Wow. Another great post. Spencer really killed her mother. Weird. But a good thing. Paula needs to die.
Wow. I`m speechless. That was true wonderful writting. Paula shouldnt have been there. See what happens when you but in others realtionship. Great job Tease. Hd does the happy dance.
Peanut. just. wow. that. was. intense. just. holy wow. yea. that’s twice today you’ve left me with no words. i guess you do have a talent. *whispers* congrats youre the only one that can do it
DAAAAAMMMMNNN! THIS IS CRAZY……..BUT, GOOD.
Wow. Another great post. Spencer really killed her mother. Weird. But a good thing. Paula needs to die.
Wow. I`m speechless. That was true wonderful writting. Paula shouldnt have been there. See what happens when you but in others realtionship. Great job Tease. Hd does the happy dance.
one word: WOW!a little bit disturbing but good.
one word: WOW!a little bit disturbing but good.
one word: WOW!a little bit disturbing but good.
one word: WOW!a little bit disturbing but good.
You shot paula, You shot paula. Ok, I shouldn’t sing that over and over like you just stole a cookie and I’m telling mom. Come to think of it, we should nominate a ‘mom’. I’m thinking Grits. She’s kind of maternal. And neither of us would think of shooting her. It was… hmm, intense is one word. Slightly disturbing another. Acidic on the tongue. I liked it chicken little, I did. You should write more shock, you clearly can do it.
You shot paula, You shot paula. Ok, I shouldn’t sing that over and over like you just stole a cookie and I’m telling mom. Come to think of it, we should nominate a ‘mom’. I’m thinking Grits. She’s kind of maternal. And neither of us would think of shooting her. It was… hmm, intense is one word. Slightly disturbing another. Acidic on the tongue. I liked it chicken little, I did. You should write more shock, you clearly can do it.