ᴛʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴘʜᴏʙɪᴀ:
(ɴ.) ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʜᴏʙɪᴀ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏꜱɪɴɢ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ
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"Avery" I said sternly when I noticed no one was here. "Dad give me five more minutes I'll get up and eat" she groaned and I looked at my empty vodka bottle and empty win...
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Tw! Eating Disorder, Self Harm.
It's been seven days since Ryan died. One week since I watched him bleed to death.
Ace and I haven't spoken since he threatened to basically slaughter me if he found out I was lying, which I wasn't I just found it funny it would actually kill me for lying to him.
We've seen each other around the house but I didn't say anything to him, neither did I dare to make eye contact.
He seem to be getting pissed at me but I could care less about what he wanted to say or do to me.
What he told dad affected me in a way I didn't expect it too. What his words did to me made me feel like shit.
Since then I've been working trying to figure how Ryan was connected to the Ghost Ryder's and so far I've learned things that I don't believe are true.
Which is why I decided to meet with Christian. He was Ghost Ryder so he must have some sort of information.
Violet has been in and out, going to work and then hanging out with me. I told her everything that happened and when I broke the news that Ryan died she applauded and then bought me cake to celebrate.
She hated him, it was a known fact but the way her face lit up when she found out made me realize just how much she hated him.
Walking in the club, I wore a red dress with a slit up mid thigh, and a pair of heels. Outside was dark and quiet while inside the club, music blasted through the speakers and led lights flashed throughout the room.
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(Avery's dress)
I made my way to the bar area and took a seat. I spotted Christian and when he made eye contact with me I smiled at him.
Finishing making a drink he came in front of me passing a shot filled with brown liquor, most likely bourbon.
"You look dead" he murmured and I let out a small laugh.
Bags hung under my eyes and cheeks became hollow, my eyes lost it sparkle now it was dull. I looked sick.
