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Last Time

Author: Emilia J. Bell
last update Last Updated: 2023-05-08 17:13:51
“Oh my god! oh my god…” my mom’s voice jogs me into consciousness.

I blink my eyes open but my vision is still blurry.

I can hear Augustus taking his anger out on the furniture in the living room. I can’t see much from my position - lying motionless on the kitchen floor.

Mom crawls toward me.

“Can you hear me?” she asks in a hoarse voice. Delicately, she touches my swollen face.

“Are you, are you okay?” I move to shake my head but it hurts so much. My heavy eyelids refuse to open wide.

With the slits of my eyes barely seeing anything, my mom’s bloody face comes into view. Her hair is a mess, there’s a huge bruise on her arm and her right eye is closed and swollen.

“What…?” I try to ask what happened, but I’m still out of it. Augustus had really done a number on my head with that particularly hard blow.

She tries to get us to safety and drags me to the nearest room - my bedroom. With her own injuries, it takes her so long to get me to stand up or even to nudge me to a sitting po
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    Austin I survey the street below me. Buying a few more seconds to let my anger subside. “I’m driving you home from now on. End of discussion.” “But Mr. Cane..” “I said, that’s the end of that conversation.” I refrain from looking at my assistant. The sight of her injuries incites something primal in me. I want to kill whoever did that to her. “I appreciate it, sir. I’m not sure about driving me home every day, but I would really like not to be jostled more today.” She grimaced. Her condition must be so terrible that she swallowed her pride. If there’s anything I’ve observed about the girl, it’s that her pride rivals mine. The phone on my desk starts ringing. I sit down, she starts to stand and prepare to leave to give me privacy for the call. But finds it difficult to get up from her chair. The wince on her face and the way she clutches her sides make my blood boil. I raise up my hand, silently telling her not to move further, but I don’t answer the phone. She sits back dow

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  • Craving Mr. Cane   Prince Charming Does Not Exist

    A ball of black fur greets me. “Charlie! How are you? What have you been up to, girl?” I aggressively fluff up her silky fur. The soft and luxurious rug in the living room is becoming my new favorite thing. I crouch down and play with the puppy while Mr. Cane disappears toward the corridor. “Were you good today, huh?” She barks and jumps, twirling around for good measure. “I know, I know, I had to visit you again!” She licks my face but I try to dodge her snout. I hug her tightly. She tries to squirm and playfully gnaws on my knuckles instead. “Goodness, are you hungry? You’re eating me,” I bumped her nose with my finger and she yelped at me. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. I won’t boop your little nose anymore,” I tell her while doing so once more. The awful incident disappeared in my mind just like that. Puppy therapy at its finest. “Ow, ow! Alright, let’s move.” Her overexcited movements bumps into my sore side and we transfer to the couch. “I missed you so much. It’s been a few

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  • Craving Mr. Cane   Luke Cane

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  • Craving Mr. Cane   Monster

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  • Craving Mr. Cane   Ecstasy

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  • Craving Mr. Cane   Something Wicked This Way Comes

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