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posted by HaleyDewit
Okay, so this perra is back. tu all know who I'm talking about. She goes por the name of Dark-Revenge. I already got a message from her. Maybe tu have too, and if tu haven't it's just a matter of time.
Here's what tu should do (i already have). tu open the first message she sends you, scroll down and click 'block user'.
Then tu go to 'edit profile', scroll down to part 3. Privacy Settings and go to the bottom. tu change the part that says 'allow anyone to post comentarios on my status, post on my muro and send me props' into 'allow only people i'm a fan of'
That way she can't attack any of us on our profile. She will still be able to post things on our spot's wall, but we will see it sooner and together we can get rid of her. When she posts something we'll reportar her.
The FBI was checking the security footage to see what happened to agent Parker, when Ryan’s phone rang. He quickly picked up without checking the number, praying it would be either Claire o Debra.
“Ryan Hardy” he dicho tensed.
“Hello, Ryan” Claire answered with a slightly trembling voice.
“Claire!” Ryan exclaimed with a bit of relief in his voice. Mike signaled with his hands and Ryan put the phone on speaker. “Claire, can tu tell me where tu are? Is Joe with you?”
“I need to read something to tu and tu need to listen” Claire said, looking at Joe, who smiled encouragingly....
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“Did I miss something?” Ryan asked on their way to the lake. “I mean, between tu and Parker” “No, of course not” Mike replied a little snarky. “I get why she’s actuación like that” he continued in a calmer tone. “She’s been through a lot. I just wished she wouldn’t take it out on me”
“I wouldn’t take it personal if I were you” Ryan comentó as he took a turn. “Parker has trouble bonding with people”
“She told tu that?” Mike frowned.
“She told me that” Ryan confirmed. “Why? tu jealous?” “No” “What do tu think, Claire? Is he jealous?”...
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posted by HaleyDewit
This is my first rap song. It's about my co-worker. It's not very nice. Also, somewhere there's the line 'i don't mind being the hottest chick around' I usually don't say those kinds of things. She just really pissed me off.

Talking shit like a twit
That’s all tu can do
But when it comes down to it
Nothing gets through to you
You’re all big talk
But tu got no game
And this poor me crap
Is really fucking lame
Who the hell are you
To play victimized
We’ve all got issues, bitch
But I guess yours are worse than mine
If you’d be the honest person
You claim to be
You wouldn’t talk third
person singular...
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posted by LovingLucy

Simplistic is as words on a page,
Sight-filled and intangible,
Hold great power and prestige,
Knowing they have captured heart,
Of a prize that awaits.

Easy do as easy does,
Though as easy as words may seem,
Tensions build as head explodes,
While thoughts and ideas collide together.

Each hold an honesty,
A love, a strength,
One of which cannot be matched,
By touch o taste o smell.

To see is to know,
To know is to believe.
And those who believe share infinite happiness.

But to believe is to trust,
And to trust is to feel,
And how to feel something intangible,
Miles away from the outreached fingers,...
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posted by HaleyDewit
Days, weeks, months and years
I’m still missing you, but I’ve stopped shedding tears
I’m passed the stage, where crying could ease my pain
I know tu can’t come back, but your memory remains

So, take your hands out of my chest
‘Cause they’re doing their very best
To ruin me

And it’s a heartbreaking feeling
And I can’t stop reeling
This time I won’t make it out alive
And it’s like you’re still with me
But you’re never really
This time they can bury me alive

Getting up, getting to work
Going through the motions, like I’m fucking numb
Pretend I’m fine, but if tu could read my mind...
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posted by HaleyDewit
I’m quiet on the outside
An all-wrecking, raging storm on the inside
I can’t speak,
Because I fear I can only produce inhuman cries
But my inner screams overwhelm any external sound
I don't blame tu for not seeing behind my hollow eyes
I don't blame tu for not hearing anything but silence
And I don't blame tu for not feeling my corazón breaking in my chest, over and over again
But I wish tu would just hold me, and tell me I'll be okay. That somehow, this all-consuming pain is not going to kill me. That I will come out of this, stronger.
I wish I could distance myself from this destruction,
But I belong in the center of the hurricane
Because I need this pain, like I need oxygen
So, let my ravel in my agony,
Without it I am nothing
Molly was sitting in one of the hearing rooms at the police station. She had wanted Ryan to interview her, but that idiot of a Mike Weston had called him away.
If Joe found out what Simon had tried to do, he would be furious.
“Molly?” the inspector snapped his fingers before her eyes in attempt to bring her back from her thoughts. “I asked tu a question. What was your gun doing at the cocina table? Why didn’t tu keep it somewhere safe?”
Molly rubbed her eyes tired. She could not believe the FBI let this newbie loose on her. But then again, every professional agent had left to go check...
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Simon’s eyes widened in fear as he felt the dagger pierce Debra’s flesh. He withdrew the cuchillo and watched Debra lose her balance. As she hit the pavers he grabbed his hair and tugged at it.
“What have tu done?” he cried panicking. “Why did tu do that?”
Debra frowned from pain and lay her hand on the stab wound.
Simon feverishly looked around to make sure no one was watching them. When he didn’t see anyone he looked down at Deb. “I’m sorry, Debra” he mumbled terrified.
Leaving her to die he backed away, nearly tripping over his own feet, turned around and ran away. That...
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Devastated Mike watched Debra leave with Simon. Apparently they had known each other a long time ago. Simon had dicho something about helping Debra escape. What was that supposed to mean? Was she an ex-convict?
Again Mike was astounded por how little he knew about his partner and again he promised he would do something about it.
But first he had to find a way out of these ropes. He started moving and twisting his left wrist. He felt his skin burning underneath the rope, but instead of going easier he picked up the pace and a couple of painful minutos his hand was loose.
He quickly untied his right...
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One week later.
Dale was sitting at the mesa, tabla in his room. He held a picture of Deb in his hand. A single teardrop fell on it. “Oh, Debra” he sobbed. “Why did tu have to leave? We could’ve had such a beautiful life together”
Beth walked inside from outside the kitchen.
“I made tu some tea” she dicho careful and she put the plato down. Not waiting for his reaction o even a sign of gratitude, she poured him a cup.
“I mean, your sister’s worth nothing” Dale mumbled disgusted, apparently completely unaware of the fact that Beth was standing right beside him and if he did, he...
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After having digested those unmistakable words Beth muttered something about a camisa, camiseta she had to sembrar, puerca for Dale. She quickly separated herself from the malicious child-hater and headed back to the house.
She walked straight to Dale’s room and shut the door. She ran to the window that had a perfect view on the background. It was a sad thing her parents had to be the center of distraction, but right now she had no other choice but to take advantage of it.
She walked to the closet, opened the drawer, took out a pencil and paper and then went sitting at the table. She placed her pen on the paper and...
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The día could not have gone any slower, even if tu could have a hold of time itself. If twilight hadn’t set in Mr. and Mrs. Parker wouldn’t even have known it was nearly cena time.
They were sitting in the barn, praying on their knees for forgiveness, when the door opened and Dale walked in.
Mr. and Mrs. Parker stood on their feet as quick as possible. “I’m so sorry, Dale. cena will be ready in a minute” Mrs. Parker faltered scared.
Dale lifted his hand to shut her up. “That’s alright” he dicho short. “I was thinking we could have some pre-dinner entertainment. What do...
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Simon had no sense of time, but if he could trust his stomach it was long past lunch time. It had been painfully rattling for the last couple of hours, but he knew that if he’d complain Agnes would return and not to feed him.
He had been tossing and turning all night, unable to find a comfortable position to sleep. He probably wasn’t the only one, he imagined. Now that Debra was gone someone had to fulfill Dale’s sexual needs.
Poor Beth, Simon thought, she must feel so abandoned and betrayed.
Though he didn’t hear the door open, he did see how a dim light spread itself throughout the basement....
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Mr. and Mrs. Parker weren’t the only ones who’d had a rough night. It had taken Beth hours to fall asleep. Her entire body was in agony and besides she really didn’t want to sleep siguiente to the guy who had just violently taken her virginity.
At last her tears had cost her what was left of her energy and slowly, but surely her eyelids shut.
“Hey, wake up!”
Beth opened her eyes difficult and sat upright. Dale was standing at the end of the bed, his hands on his hips. He was naked.
“It’s 6 am, are tu planning on staying in cama all day?” he snapped and Beth felt tears coming up.
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It was half past five in the morning. Mr. and Mrs. Parker woke up difficult. They were surprised they had even been able to sleep at all. The granero wasn’t exactly the most comfortable place to spend your night.
“Do tu think Beth spent the night with Dale already?” Mr. Parker wondered out loud.
“After the way tu treated her there’s no way Dale could’ve moved past the need to comfort her” Mrs. Parker snapped hostile.
“Well, tu won’t exactly win the award for Mother of the año either with your performance from the last couple of days” Mr. Parker fired back angry.
Mrs. Parker...
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Evening came. After cena Dale had sent everyone to their dorms. Beth had watched her parents pack their bags and cried when they wouldn’t explain where they were going.
“Don’t leave me here, mommy!” she begged, while tears rolled down her face. She grabbed her mother’s arm, trying to prevent her from going.
Mr. Parker grabbed her arm and pushed her on the floor. Started she looked up at her father who looked down at her with eyes so cold Beth felt her body freeze inside.
Mr. Parker turned around and helped Mrs. Parker with the luggage.
During cena Beth had desperately searched...
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The council was sitting around the table, Dale at the head of it.
“Come in” he barked. The door opened and Mr. and Mrs. Parker entered the room. They looked down, ashamed. “Do tu know why you’re here?” he demanded angry.
“Yes, sir” Mr. Parker nodded; Mrs. Parker was too choked up to speak.
“I am astounded that something like this could happen” Dale growled.
“You are absolutely right” Mr. Parked agreed, nodding heavy. “Debra should’ve never ran away. Her actions are unforgivable”
Dale quickly walked up to the pair and punched Mr. Parker in the face. “Don’t you...
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The moment he’d spoken the words Agnes faltered. She pressed both her hands against her chest as if to stop the air from leaving her lungs.
“Agnes, are tu alright?” Ross asked concerned. Agnes inhaled deeply and nodded. “Shall I inform Dale?” Agnes shook her head heavy. “No. Dale cannot find out. Tell him she escaped, but that someone’s looking for her”
She rotated her head to the cage. “Tell him Simon is looking for her”
As the others walked up the stairs Ross walked to Agnes. “Now that we’re alone tu can speak freely. Is there anything I can do for you?”
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