Willpower was never Brian’s strong suit. He had fed his emotions with a steady diet of pills, blunts, and bottles for year, so willpower showed little promise of surfacing now. Not while the poison seeped into him and the promise of freedom loomed large. He was so angry. So incredibly, hellishly pissed.
He gave way.
“Fine! Just.. get the fuck off me,” he growled. This time, he did push with hands and mind.
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on 2014-05-22 12:08 am (UTC)He gave way.
“Fine! Just.. get the fuck off me,” he growled. This time, he did push with hands and mind.