This is my first rap song. It's about my co-worker. It's not very nice. Also, somewhere there's the line 'i don't mind being the hottest chick around' I usually don't say those kinds of things. She just really pissed me off.
Talking shit like a twit
That’s all you can do
But when it comes down to it
Nothing gets through to you
You’re all big talk
But you got no game
And this poor me crap
Is really fucking lame
Who the hell are you
I’m quiet on the outside
An all-wrecking, raging storm on the inside
I can’t speak,
Because I fear I can only produce inhuman cries
But my inner screams overwhelm any external sound
I don't blame you for not seeing behind my hollow eyes
I don't blame you for not hearing anything but silence
And I don't blame you for not feeling my heart breaking in my chest, over and over again
But I wish you would just hold me, and tell me I'll be okay. That somehow, this all-consuming pain is not going to kill me. That I will come out of this, stronger.
Molly was sitting in one of the hearing rooms at the police station. She had wanted Ryan to interview her, but that idiot of a Mike Weston had called him away.
If Joe found out what Simon had tried to do, he would be furious.
“Molly?” the inspector snapped his fingers before her eyes in attempt to bring her back from her thoughts. “I asked you a question. What was your gun doing at the kitchen table? Why didn’t you keep it somewhere safe?”
Molly rubbed her eyes tired. She could not believe the FBI let this newbie loose on her. But then again, every professional...
Simon’s eyes widened in fear as he felt the dagger pierce Debra’s flesh. He withdrew the knife and watched Debra lose her balance. As she hit the pavers he grabbed his hair and tugged at it.
“What have you done?” he cried panicking. “Why did you do that?”
Debra frowned from pain and lay her hand on the stab wound.
Simon feverishly looked around to make sure no one was watching them. When he didn’t see anyone he looked down at Deb. “I’m sorry, Debra” he mumbled terrified.
Devastated Mike watched Debra leave with Simon. Apparently they had known each other a long time ago. Simon had said something about helping Debra escape. What was that supposed to mean? Was she an ex-convict?
Again Mike was astounded by how little he knew about his partner and again he promised he would do something about it.
But first he had to find a way out of these ropes. He started moving and twisting his left wrist. He felt his skin burning underneath the rope, but instead of going easier he picked up the pace and a couple of painful minutes his hand was loose.
One week later.
Dale was sitting at the table in his room. He held a picture of Deb in his hand. A single teardrop fell on it. “Oh, Debra” he sobbed. “Why did you have to leave? We could’ve had such a beautiful life together”
Beth walked inside from outside the kitchen.
“I made you some tea” she said careful and she put the platter down. Not waiting for his reaction or even a sign of gratitude, she poured him a cup.
“I mean, your sister’s worth nothing” Dale mumbled disgusted, apparently completely unaware of the fact that Beth was standing right...
After having digested those unmistakable words Beth muttered something about a shirt she had to sow for Dale. She quickly separated herself from the malicious child-hater and headed back to the house.
She walked straight to Dale’s room and shut the door. She ran to the window that had a perfect view on the background. It was a sad thing her parents had to be the center of distraction, but right now she had no other choice but to take advantage of it.
She walked to the closet, opened the drawer, took out a pencil and paper and then went sitting at the table. She placed her pen on...
The day could not have gone any slower, even if you could have a hold of time itself. If twilight hadn’t set in Mr. and Mrs. Parker wouldn’t even have known it was nearly dinner time.
They were sitting in the barn, praying on their knees for forgiveness, when the door opened and Dale walked in.
Mr. and Mrs. Parker stood on their feet as quick as possible. “I’m so sorry, Dale. Dinner will be ready in a minute” Mrs. Parker faltered scared.
Dale lifted his hand to shut her up. “That’s alright” he said short. “I was thinking we could have some pre-dinner...