Post by prim on Aug 9, 2012 9:06:16 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,425,true] [atrb=style,background-color: #EFEFEF;] ❝ P rim laid on the bed, propped up on some pillows with her shirt lifted and resting just under her boobs as she gently traced her finger over the small bump of her belly, her nail leaving a white trail in its wake, only to stop altogether when her finger passed across one of her scars. Prim had always been a mess of scars, the burns on her back covering around 50% of her body, and now she had new ones, still puckered and red but healing, slowly fading to silver across her skin, marring nearly even remaining part. Prim knew he should be dead. She knew that, by all rights, her time was up and she should be in hell, yet here she was. Laid on her bed, scarred, yes, but alive, with new life growing within her stomach, her boyfriend in the kitchen, and the knowledge that she had a sister somewhere, discovered by her best friend. A sister, who maybe had an answer that prim sought. Pulling down her shirt, Prim ruffled spots head, the dog they had adopted only a few days before, an outcast that no one else wanted. She’d been perfect for this little, but growing, family. Winging her legs from the bed she got up and padded into the kitchen, wrapping her arms around finn’s middle. ‘Hey baby daddy’. ❞ |
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