With dreams of chaos and destruction , June Liera is no stranger to getting her own way . Using what she has to gain the truth , twisting it , bending it to her own will .
She is becoming her fathers worst nightmare.
Then she meets Jett . A messed...
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As June followed Syd into the bathroom upstairs she wondered if she was truly going soft .
If a strange guy had tried to get her into a room with him before she would have no quarrels , and certainly no hesitation, in telling him to go fuck himself .
Instead she was pliable and relaxed as he locked the door behind them , the music downstairs barely audible from behind the door as her ears finally popped .
Watching him tiredly as he leant down to search through one of the cupboard under the sink for the first aid box , jumping up on top of the counter , grimacing as the cold marble struck her bare legs .
Things were going weirdly well . She realised . She had a nice shy friend who thought she was some hero of her world . Hanging onto her every word and idolising her every movement .
It was strange . She had never had a friend before , hadn't wanted one . Yet she couldn't deny that warmth in her chest that disgusted her .
She had , for the first time in her life , hesitated at the thought of leaving Cora alone with some guy.
She shouldn't care . She was only using her for her own gain wasn't she ? Yet she had meant every word .
She would pluck his eyes from his head with her fingernails if Lennon even touched a hair on her head .
June didn't make empty threats.
Things with Jett were okay too she supposed.
Although she still felt a need to put him in his place , maybe hurt him a little just to remind him she wasn't someone to be messed with .
But she liked him . She liked it when he kissed her and held her close like he didn't want to let go.
She had never been held so much before . Affection was rare in her childhood and she would be lying to say that she wasn't bathing in the feelings that lit her body everyone someone touched her . Or even held her hand . She liked it.
And then there was her father who had finally told her he was proud of her , all because she had made a friend and got a job just like he had asked .
He had been so kind lately , even buying her favourite snacks and leaving them in the fruit bowl that would never host any fruit .
He had even texted her to get home safe tonight . Something he had never once done in her life before .
Sometimes there had been days where she hadn't come home all weekend and not one word had been said about it . He had never cared. So what had changed .
Why was he suddenly trying so hard to be a father to her now ? Why couldn't he have tried so many years before she needed him .
She had always been so alone . Now she had people who wanted to be around her . People who cared .
