I ain't...Don't know how to say it up right. Never--Fuck, Chess. Thought you was dead once before, you recall? Never felt so bad in my life, not ever. Then on the other day, thought you was gone and just....I can't do it, bein without you.
Stacia KaneFuck, she was so sick of herself-herself and her fucking emotional retardation. How did people do this shit all the time, this wanting people, caring about them? How did they stand it, how did they ever get anything done? She was sick of being lost.
Stacia KaneShit. You so fuckin pretty, Chessie. True thing. So … ain’t even can breathe sometimes.
Stacia KaneAin’t ever been the type for lazin, aye?” His hands slid down over her hips. “Why we ain’t leave now, I show you—
Stacia KaneMine, Chessie." [...] "Aye? Fuckin--mine. Not his.
Stacia KaneLove you, Chessie,” he murmured. “Ain’t never … Fuckin love you, more’n anything.
Stacia KaneHow I can do that one, aye? Leave my Chessiebomb there without me.
Stacia KaneThat was the problem with love, though, wasn't it. It couldn't be helped, couldn't be controlled. It just roared in and took whatever it wanted, destroyed whatever it wanted; the most dangerous addiction of all, because nobody survived it intact.
But an addiction that was impossible to let go.
Shit. I want you, Chess. Make no mistake on that one, dig? Want you bad. So bad I ain’t even can think of any else sometimes, ’cept gettin you under me. Ain’t give a fuck what pills you swallow get you through the day or what happens you ain’t got em, aye? Still want you.
Stacia KaneTags: terrible
She was here, and she was stronger than this, harder than this. They could make her hate herself, make her doubt herself, but they couldn’t take away her deepest instinct. Not just the need to survive, but the need to survive long enough and strong enough to tell them to go fuck themselves.
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