Scarlet Angel

The course of true love never did run smooth.

—William Shakespeare

Wait, hold up, are you telling me he sewed Tyler’s dick into Lawrence’s mouth, and vice versa?”

Wait, hold up, are you telling me he sewed Tyler’s dick into Lawrence’s mouth, and vice versa?”

My body grew stronger and my mind turned calculated when I lost my soul to avenge my heart.
I guess that makes me a romantic.

“Sometimes I think I really did die, and that I’m truly the avenging angel my brother said we’d be together.”
I feel as though I only have one purpose in life.

Just like that, I have my answer. And I watch with her as the Boogeyman dies by his own knife. At the hands of a woman.
The hands of a victim.
In a way, it’s poetic justice.

She’s the cat and he’s the mouse.
The man who has terrorized Boston for so long, and now DC, is just a toy on her strings.
Who the fucking hell is Lana Myers.

Like it’s okay to be vulnerable, because he’d never use it against me

When he’s around, I don’t feel like I have to be so invincible. When he’s with me, I feel like I can just be cared for without being weak.

“Good. Go stay with her until I tell you otherwise. Momma’s about to tell a story that’s been burning a hole for over ten years.”