"Please. Go.” Una couldn’t protest, could do nothing but fight away a sob and walk backwards towards the door, watching the anguish growing on his face as her mind analyzed every note and syllable of his plea, how raw and strange and horrid it sounded coming from Jackson. Strong, quiet, unreadable Jackson, broken and frightened like a little boy. (Seven Devils, Autumn Laisse Hathel)
Alone in the dark. How the fuck am i suppose to love a man. Shit my sign says i´am feminem; its only the way you love John. Thanks god for that. Know imagine me being his bitch. no wonder you´re a cat.