Ellie enjoyed surprises so long as I didn’t rough her up too much. I let go of her hair and worked to restrain her arms. I succeeded in maneuverin... myself behind her and taking a firm grasp of her wrists. I pulled her right wrist backwards and slid my left hand up to her left bicep. After working her for a few seconds, I was able to slide my left arm through and grasp her right bicep. My arm was now locked between her arms and her back, effectively holding them behind her.From here it was. Surely, if Liz had heard, she would've told her, in hopes of jollying her out of her depression; but Danielle still had very little recollection of what had gone on in those five missing months. She remembered occasional bouts of desperation: sitting there wondering if there was anything she could do, any promises she could make, that would bring him back to her. At other times she raged, fumed, felt anger making her blood sing; there were depressions in the wall of her bedroom that seemed to. I was painting a board with trees and bushes and green paint was all over my hands, “i need a wee” i said to “Dave” the site manager was with me and he noticed my hands “ youll get paint all over the door handles” he said “ let me help” we walked down the hall towards the toilets, he open the door and followed me inside, “ here let me help you you don’t want paint over your cloths” he turned the taps on for me and watched me wash my hands, we were chatting away with small talk, i soaped. Sis sees me writhing my fingers. Gently pulls my hand towards her. She looks at the mark, burnt red. She can guess. From all those times in her room or mine with a hair brush or a wooden spoon or whatever. Girly games with bits of rope. She can guess.In my room with Abi. Naked. Our marked bodies on each other. Marked by the thorns.Sis taps at the door. Comes in. We sit up.'Tell me about it' she says.Quietly, slowly, not exactly fully, we do.She's silent.'I'm going to Oxford' she says.I kiss.
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