Empty Arms {10}

Taylor looked around the alley way, trying to ignore the sweating of her palms and her frizzing curls that consistently continued to fall in her eyes. "Not really." She admitted. "So you want to die?" Her voice was soft and gentle as she stared at the larger man. "Do I want to die? Why wouldn't I? Life by far would be fucking easier." He spat, not understanding how someone could enjoy such a terribly grief stricken life. "I bet you grew up living like a Princess. Your daddy and you would go to father-daughter dances and waltz through the room. You and your mom would shop till you dropped and you had the perfect little pooch that would fit right into your Coach bag; well guess fucking what? Not every damn person has that life blondie." With a frown the blonde contemplated what to say next. "I was privileged. I didn't know that was a crime." Any person could read through her words quite easily- this boy sure had hit a nerve. "But my life was far from perfect. I find it offensive for someone who doesn't even know me to try to say how I grew up. I lived with bickering parents, I had no friends; my best friend was my butler and he eventually left. You have no idea as to what my life was like and is life to be completely honest." Taylor shook her head furiously before standing up. Joe gazed up at the girl; his eyes immediately building up in tears. "So that gives you the right to judge me? I see the way you look at me. You look at me like I'm a piece of trash; like I'm some ...



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