Thread:Waring Farms/@comment-27147599-20181216185817/@comment-36910229-20181218000022

Summers wings dropped along with her shoulders and muttered softly. “Excuse me for wanting to know why monsters plagued my life for seven years straight, 24/7, day and night, kicking me, biting me, lifting up my damn skirt in the middle of the day, and picking me up in the middle of the night then tossing me onto the floor so I had fucking brusises and cuts all over me. My teachers thought I was insane, my own mother thought I was insane, hell even my step-father thought I was crazy when I cried out in pain in the middle of the day with a bite-mark magically on my arm. He claimed to my mother that I merely bite my own goddamn arm for attention!” She snapped, rage boiling in her. “And don’t go saying that I wasn’t fucking grateful for you taking me in for one minute, because I was for. Every. Single. Day.” Her voice trembled, her body shook as she tried to hold back a sob. “My mother went as far as locking me in my room so I couldn’t escape when the ‘brain doctor’ would come and take me away to his ‘hospital’ to study my dreams, and what goes on with me around other people!” She spat out bitterly. “That has been the day I managed to get the hell out because a group of monsters were in my damn room and chased me out the window..”

Lucifer appeared in front of her, laughing as he snapped his fingers, the illusion gone now and smirked at her. “Really thought if let someone else take what’s mine, love?” He chuckled still