Madame Lionheart
She/Her
28
November 1
Mauville City
Pansexual
ceo
executive
say a prayer for the wicked
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Summer Atreides
graffiti [c]
POSTED ON Sept 10, 2021 1:43:25 GMT
To say that the end of the insane pool party that she and Knox had thrown was the worst day of her life was an understatement. She felt like she was going through hell and back right now.
Summer was a shell of herself since that morning after, when her father had come home and beaten her brother's face and forced him away again. It was partially from the guilt, but she had never felt his wrath before. And now she was paying for the mistakes she made, as she was told repeatedly.
To say that Daddy Prescott was livid was also an understatement. If there was a worse emotion, he had it.
Of course, she was told daily now about how he was going to kill Knox, and she was not spared the details. She would stand there in his office, listening and pretending to enjoy and thrive under this information.
But he knew exactly what he was doing. It was a warning.
So, to forget about everything, everyone, she drank. Summer drank herself away nightly, often falling numb to her feelings and to the world around her. Her intoxicated mind would always drift to her brother, wondering where he was and how he was, but she wouldn't dare to reach him.
Until now. As she sat against the graffitied wall, her legs splayed out in an uncomfortable way, she decided to pull out her burner phone, unable to send a coherent message. But it was enough to get her point across, because there he was, like an angel in front of him.
Looking up from the ground, Summer stared at him stupidly, unable to answer. Her hand held onto the bottle of alcohol tightly before she let it just roll aside as she stumbled to her feet. Tears streamed down her face as the damn burst, all the feelings she held inside bursting forth as she hugged her brother. "You came," she wailed, practically hanging on to him for dear life.
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