Food Fight
"Pudding, anyone?"
I glance up at the clock knowing dickhead will be home soon. My blood boils as I remember our morning fight. The only thing you need to know is he is at fault. I hear the door open. What should I...
making up
A Bunnie To Play With – Chapter 8
"After an enraged Anne had cut their evening short, will the two of them reconcile?"
I was lying on my bed and struggling not to bite my nails. What had been such a wonderful evening, such an exciting journey down the rabbit hole, had suddenly turned sour and into an emotional nightmare. I wanted to...