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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀hit me . I swear I can't feel a thing .

I know Dad... I just want to hit them hard..and no I won't do it. Uncle Chris told me not to. ( a smile returned, definitely not wanting this to happen.) Dad .. have your breakfast and tell me about your night?

ᅠ ᅠ ( tired sigh. ) how much did you drink this time? ᅠ

okay . so i can still bully you a little .

i hate these fancy girls. picking on me for not knowing my mom. ( She sits down,a sigh. at least the food looks good. a hand runs through her hair.) favourite kid? Dad....

i just thought you should know ! incase you wanted to make yourself presentable .

you look like shit .

( head tilted, grabbing a tray and putting it onto the table.) I skipped school...so I waited till you woke up. Made some breakfast and got ya some painkillers.

No drinks. anyways.

your pain is eased, but you’ll never be free.

ᅠ she steals another look at him. he is impossible sometimes. ᅠ “i don’t know if i’ve ever told you,” she begins. ocean eyes return to the long stretch of road ahead of them, a distant gaze settling in her irises. “ever since r.c., i’ve had really bad — ᅠ

ᅠ claire doesn’t bite at the joke, not really. a faint exhale leaves her instead, something that might’ve been a laugh if the situation weren’t always threaded with that familiar tension she always seems to find around him. ᅠ “again, couldn’t see you in the dark. — ᅠ