Look into my eyes – you will see

What you mean to me.

Search your heart, search your soul

And when you find me there you'll search no more.

Don't tell me it's not worth tryin' for.

You can't tell me it's not worth dyin' for.

You know it's true:

Everything I do, I do it for you.

Look into your heart – you will find

There's nothin' there to hide.

Take me as I am, take my life.

I would give it all, I would sacrifice.

Don't tell me it's not worth fightin' for

I can't help it, there's nothin' I want more

You know it's true:

Everything I do, I do it for you, oh, yeah.

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The command compound! The t-rex! Ellie, Nedry, Malcom, and the stegosaurus! Lincoln couldn't be happier, but as he looked, he saw not one, but two grumpy sisters; one Lori, the other Luna. The birthday went from good, to rocky, to… holy shit, to… calm uneasiness.

"...I can't believe Sam would kiss our little boy." Rita sighed. Lynn Sr. however slugged his son's arm gently.

"Twelve and your already a lady's man."

Rita glared disapprovingly.

"Lynn, he's a child."

Lynn snorted and waved a hand.

"Oh, c'mon, every boy wants a kiss from an older girl."

Luna stuffed cake in her mouth, giving her own father a glare. Lori just rolled her eyes while playing with her frizzy hair.

"Luna, I gotta' ask, why did you cut your hair into such an awful style?" Rita asked. Luna swallowed and shrugged.

"Cause' it's cool." she said and drank some Hawaiian Punch. She gave Lincoln a slide glance as he ate his cake. His gifts were on the floor below his feet. He was happy, and yet concerned at the same time. He was twelve, he didn't need to be this stressed, but he was. He was always stressed. It seems like life loved to throw curve balls at him.

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Sam was confused. First Luna, then Bobby, and now Lincoln? What was wrong with her? She pondered it as she drove. She didn't know what she wanted. Luna made her happy, but she ditched her. She was happy with Bobby, maybe as a little "fuck you" to the Loud sisters (mainly Lori and Luna). But Lincoln? Shit. She didn't know why she did what she did. Could it have been his charisma he seems to emanate?

She shook her head and sighed heavily as she drove to Bobby's. She pulled into the driveway, parked, leaned back, and relaxed. Well, at the very least, Bobby didn't know about this. Maybe she needed to focus on him anyway, rebuke the Louds, and just… unf… fuck Bobby's brains now.

Mmm... Sweet, sweet Mexican spice and eeeevvverrything nice. *wink wink* Sam smiled and opened her eyes, nodding to herself. She opened the car door and slammed it shut, then strut like a top bitch.

Halfway there, however, the door opened wide, and Ronnie came out. Sam smiled, but soon it deflated when she saw her expression. She briefly stared at the Mexican girl, who was dressed in a tank top with a purple-red flannel shirt tied around her waist. She was mesmerized by the way her black, wavy hair swayed in the wind. Ronnie's scowl was apparent, and before Sam knew it, Ronnie raised a fist.

"Puta!"

BAM.

Five knuckles hit Sam's face, and she fell back with the little Mexican leaping on top.

"Fucking slut! Whore!"

Sam managed to push her off. Ronnie fell back and grunted as she fell on her ass. Sam got up and wiped her lip. She looked down at her fingers. Blood. She looked at Ronnie. The seething anger in the Mexican girl was VERY apparent.

"Cheat on my brother... I fucking knew you were no good!"

Sam's eyes widened and looked towards the open door. There stood Bobby, broken. In that moment, she realized what a piece of shit she was. A rock was thrown and hit her shoulder.

"Get off of my property, gringo! Go on, get!"

Ronnie threw another rock, then another. Sam shielded herself and began to run away from the scene. Angry and confused with herself, she found herself asking "What do I really want?".

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Lucy looked at herself in the mirror. She sported her Robert Smith (The Cure) look. She wore a grey plaid skirt and a long sleeve shirt with the Batman logo. Why? Cause' fucking Batman, that's why. She loved Tim Burton's 89' film, and she was a Batman fan, though that was her little secret… even though she wore a long sleeve shirt of the very hero she adored. Unf. "Michael Keaton, take me to your batcave and have your way with me." Unf. She chuckled to herself at how stupid she was being.

Having Lincoln dress like Batman while having his way with her would be far more appealing, but to be honest, he was more of a Superman. A small smile formed as thoughts ran through her brain. Her heart longed to be near him, and even though Lori, Luna, and Lynn had their eye on him-

She paused as she heard music playing outside. She turned her head, got off the stool, and walked over to the window. Looking out, she saw… HIM. She open the window and stuck her head out the window. Her icey, crystal blues eyes dulled.

The ever presence of anger was clear on her features. Her lips curved into a frown as she saw… Rocky. Rocky stood there, wearing a neon green shirt, checkerboard patterned-sneakers, and baggy pants. What a total dork. A total faggot. Literally. He was a faggot. And yet, here he was, holding a boombox in front of her house.

Baby come back, any kind of fool could see

There was something in everything about you

Baby come back, you can blame it all on me

I was wrong, and I just can't live without you

Lucy pulled her head back in and looked around her shared room with Lynn. She saw Lynn's BB gun leaning against a chair. She walked over to it and examined it. It was already filled with BBs. She held the blue steel rifle, then began to pump it. Each pump was made to make it hurt. She thought back a month ago, during the whole Lincoln and Luna thing.

At first she was disgusted, but she came to find it more and more appealing for one reason alone: Lincoln wasn't a cheating bastard. Rocky was. A few days after school was out for summer, she walked in on him when she came over to visit. There, on his bed, was Silas, and both were swapping tongues and sharing spit. Faggots. Tootsie-roll-candy-ass mother fucking faggots. Silas was even wearing black lipstick. Lipstick stains littered Rocky's neck and face. Goddammit, that was the gayest fucking sight she had ever seen.

Rocky loved goths, she just didn't know she was replaceable. That rage grew into a fire… The fire of a woman's scorn. A WOMAN'S SCORN! She swiftly went back to the window. Rocky smiled, but immediately frowned as he heard something hit his boombox.

Then, something sharp hit his nose. He cried out. Another shot hit his hand, causing him to drop the radio. It fell onto the grass. The boombox crackled. Rocky was rubbing his hand but didn't have time to nurse it. He felt a sharp pain hit his shoulder, neck, and chest. He grabbed his boombox and fled, only to yelp when a BB hit his rear.

Lucy kept pulling the lever, reloading and firing over and over. She was fast and precise. Fucking faggot. Staring-at-the-boys-in-the-shower-too-long queer. Piece of shit. Once he was gone, Lucy laid the BB gun against the dresser. Now that her former love was gone, she could focus on a real man.

Down the stairs, she saw the birthday boy, his presents open. He was watching "Clash Of The Titans". It was one of his favorites. It was hers too. Luna sat next to him and looked angry. She couldn't blame her. After all, Sam came and made out with their brother-lover. Their's. Hers. Lucy walked over and spoke. Both jumped and looked her way.

"Luna, why don't you take a hot shower, the bathroom is free for once. It's best to relax and forget about what Sam tried to do, especially on this day of all days."

Luna nodded at that. Yeah. A hot shower did sound relaxing… Maybe a bath… a bubble bath, while she played "The Eagles" on cassette tape, was just what she needed. Fuck, when's the last time she had time for herself? She smiled and nodded.

"Bodacious idea, sis!"

Finger guns.

Lucy watched her go then her head swiftly turn to Lincoln. her lip went into a bright line. to some it may not mean much. but that was a smile of a seductress. poor Lincoln did not notice til she lean up against him and pressing her nose against his neck. he was startled by her action and his eyes shift to the side to gaze at her. now she was smiling. a small smile that grew slightly wider.

"uhhhh..."

"breed me."

"WHAT!?"

Lucy grab his shirt and begin pecking along his neck. lincoln was blushing read, eyes daring this way and that, side to side.

"luce...not here...someone will see!"

lucy purred.

"let them watch"

Lincoln tried to pull away but she was stronger than she looked. if it were a cartoon, not even a crowbar could pry off the goth. and jeeeesus she smelled like lotus flowers. mixed with her scent, her soft cool lips tracing along his neck. a hand suddenly messaging in a circular motion on his chest. his brain became drunk his eyes half closed and his mouth slightly open he was now caught in the spider's web.

(eat you're heart out, ms. DiMartino) lucy got too excited. to some it might be out of character, but no one really knew a person when their desires was on overdrive. lincoln flinched when she felt her teeth bit firm at his skin, then tugging his skin. a soft growl came from her throat. and said between her teeth-

"Mine."

"oh God.."

"AHEM!"

Both froze. their heads turned, lincoln's skin of his neck still clenched between the nine-year old's teeth. there stood lori in a blue palid-flannel shirt. a loose shirt with 'new kids on the block' t-shirt, short-shorts that showed off her bodacious legs.

her wavy golden hair of that style that was 'in' in today's teen fashion. ah yes. lori loud. the lioness. the queen of bitches. the law and order, the judge dredd of the house stood before the lewd act that was taking place. Lucy slowly let go of the skin as she open her mouth. lincoln rubbed his sore spot feeling her teeth marks molded onto the skin, the heat of the pain, throbbing, and the wet saliva.

"bad!"

lori whacked lucy on the top of her head with a rolled up teen magazine. lucy covered her head with her hands. but the onslaught continued a few more whacks. lincoln gulped thickly and darted his eyes from lucy to lori. then lori drop the magazine and reached over to lincoln. her hands sliding under his armpits and lifted him with ease. lincoln flinched because the cast, his heel hit the hard edge of the board of the couch.

"Yoink!"

lori carried him like a baby, his chin resting on lori's shoulder. and while this was embarrassing, it strangely brought a wave of relaxing nostalgia of how lori would carry him up for bed. his ruby eyes stared at lucy who stared coldly with her light blues.

lucy watched them go up stares. she turned her head and stared at the readers. a sudden laugh track filled the room. she turned her head and saw lana with the remote, she looked back at lucy.

"what? full house is on!"

sigh...foiled again.

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Lincoln was laid upon Lori's bed. the smell of lavender shampoo thickly embedded on her pillow. the dork placed his hands against his chest like a leni. (or a raptor or cat) and looked at lori who had bed room eyes. she cup his cheek and pressed her lips against his. he lean into it but she pulled back and pushed him against the bed. she lean forward towards the radio and pressed play. music filled the room

she lean back making her breasts 'pop' and lincoln stared at the glorious twin peeks. (huh. huh. huh. i'm gonna score.) as the music played she rolled her belly. much like a belly dancer, her hands behind her back head lifted up to show off her swan like neck. her milky peach color skin... god. he looked up at the ceiling and mouthed out to the lord above. 'thank you' happy birthday to me. happy birthday to meee.. happy birth-NGH!

Lori was grinding against his already tighten boxers. his pecker came alive. lori seem to notice this. she looked down, and pretended to be shocked. her hand covered her lips.

"oh lincoln."

then she giggled. you know that giggle after she used to say bobby's name? yeah. now she was doing the same with him. whoa and behold the lincoln log. well...it was only 5inches. (the myth is a lie!) but lori didn't seem to give a damn. she knew he was THICK. and by how luna bragged about how great he was in bed, lori was all too happy to give her virginity to her brother.

of course, lincoln didn't know bobby never got to third base. meaning bobby done fucked up and never got to have the loud pussy. but lincoln was gonna get it. cause lincoln was a good boy. lincoln was loyal and- lincoln felt her body move in a sensual way as she let the flannel shirt fall. lincoln's eyes widen and stared as her fingers reached under the rim of her shirt. the music played an old 80's song from a decade ago.

You are an obsession (You are an obsession)

I cannot (I cannot sleep) sleep

I am a possession (I am your possession)

Unopened at your feet

There's no balance (There is no balance)

No equality (No equality)

Be still (Be still)

I will not (I will not) accept defeat (accept defeat)

I will have you

Yes, I will have you

I will find a way and I will have you

Like a butterfly

A wild butterfly

I will collect you and capture you.

Lori peeled away her shirt and tossed it. she had this confident sexy smirk. over the years of knowing her, being strict, a bitch, a leader, and savior. never in his young life did he think she was the goddess of beauty and love (and lori was her name!) she's got it, oh, baaaby she's got it.

she wore a light blue bra, she reached and unbutton and unzipped her shorts before kicking them off somewhere. leaning forward he found her lushious breasts capture his face. his eyes shift upward and gazed into her blue eyes. her glossed lips. his eyes rolled back as he felt her warm crotch, covered in the same baby blue colored panties that matched her bra. she rolled her hips and stimulated him.

You are an obsession

You're my obsession

Who do you want me to be

To make you sleep with me?

You are an obsession

You're my obsession

Who do you want me to be

To make you sleep with me?

I feed you I drink you

My day and my night

I need you I need you

By sun or candlelight

You protest; you want to leave

Stay, oh, (there's no alternative) there's no alternative.

PFFFTTPPP!

Lincoln stared at lori. lori stared at lincoln. her cheeks became red. oh. ohh.. no it's okay. he could ignor-OH GOD! - He covered his nose. but his mouth was open. and he could taste it. like rotte eggs mixed with something that died in it...god lori what did you eat? and he thought lynn's dutch ovens were bad! his boner which was as big and tall as the twin towers, deflated like a baloon. (pplllt! ) lori sat up and crossed her arms, embarressed to fucking hell. lincoln tried to talk but gaged and cough waving his hand. this seem to piss off his big sister. and swiftly punched his cast as a result of her anger.

"ARRRGGHH!"

"ASSHOLE!"

Lincoln teared up and held the cast and glared at her. now he was anger. he rarely got angry. but he was. his lips tighten and bit his bottom lip.

"sorry."

and despite the putrid smell of her gas lincoln was turned into a wild animal that wanted to fuck and wanted to breed and make her his bitch. it was so unlike him. but again, you be surprised when one was horny as hell and he pounced her, his crotch pressed against her and as he lean in for a hot kiss-

"Oh!"

their heads turned to see a shocked leni. who just came in, and shut the door. a moment's stillness lincoln on top of lori in her underwear, music playing on the radio. and leni blinking dumbly before her plump lips cracked into a grin. she clapped her hands excitedly. she already wore her night gown for bed.

"oh goodie! we're having a slumber party!"

she reached over the hem of her nightgown and flung it off. lori's and lincoln's eyes couldn't gotten any bigger. their eyes in sync, traveled over leni's smoking hot body. she was naked as the day she was born. and holy mother of god, she had the biggest tiddies lincoln ever saw.

UNF.

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After the beat down ronnie gave sam and ran her off like a worthless street she was, ronnie took it upon herself to nurse the wounded sibling. she always did take care of him. fucking 12 and she's taking care of him, and babying him. washing his work shirt,

making sure he wakes up on time... she ... liked it. it was weird. most women would hate it. but she didn't. maybe it was because bobby was at one point such a good honest big brother who took care of her after their dad left.

in some ways she was returning the favor. yeah, he was cheating scum but karma bit and ripped his balls off. now bobby was laying on the couch, being a sad pathetic broken man. ronnie was in the kitchen cooking him something to eat.

avocado, with corn tortilla beef tacos with fried beans. she wipe forehead with sweat she set it all on a big plate and carried it to the living room where bobby laid with hound dog eyes. red, puffy and moist with dripping tears.

ronnie shook her head and sighed and place the plate on the old coffee table from the 1970s and dragged it forward towards bobby. she placed her hands at her hips, her head turned and looked at the radio, playing freddy fender's before the next tear drop falls.

If he brings you happiness

Then I wish you all the best

It's your happiness that matters most of all

But if he ever breaks your heart

If the teardrops ever start

I'll be there, before the next teardrop falls

Tho' it hurts to let you go

Darling, I want you to know

That I'll stand by you, if ever you should call

And if I should ever hear

That he made you shed a tear

I'll be there, before the next teardrop falls

walking over she clicked the button and turned and walked over and swatted his ass.

"get up wey, at least eat something."

bobby didn't protest and slowly sat up. ronnie walked into the kitchen and grab a bottle of sam's choice grapette. she cracked it open and walked over, sitting with bobby and placing the can on a coaster. she rubbed his back and she watched him eat. she reached and rubbed his back.

she knew it was gonna take a hell of a time to help heal his broken heart. all she could hope for was to see clyde later today. and that was something she been wanting to do all day. a little r and r isn't so bad right? bobby begin sobbing against her neck. she sighed and patted his back again.

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Sometimes Ruth wondered about her life, working at a music store down town. coming home to a shitty father who was either asleep or abusive towards her and her mother. she drove the familiar streets of royal woods, an 80's song played, 'spin me right round' her eyes behind her bangs looked ahead nearing the house she knew well. the Loud house.

she chuckled. it fit perfectly if you asked her. knowing full well that lincoln was boinking his sister, luna and possibly even lori...? she didn't know. what she did know was that lincoln was a hot lil guy and she didn't know why. it was sick, twisted, kid just turned 12 and she was into him.

she smiled. life was too short to worry about the details. it was time to have some fun after all, she was ruth greenwood of royal woods mother fucker. she didn't gave a damn about it. and she was gonna drop off his birthday present.

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Luna came out of the shower, nice and fresh. and wore only her bathrobe. and like a click of time, lincoln walked out of lori's room. with the walker. he walked with wabbily legs. luna raised a brow, and smirked.

"hey little bro"

he turned with wide eyes. she blinked.

"whoa, you alright there?"

he calm down, and nodded.

"y-yeah"

luna smelt the scent of sweat and sex. she had a feline smile that stretched wide. she grab his wrist and pulled him close, he pressed against her flat chest, she grab his other hand and placed it on her bubble butt.

"...that reminds me, i need to give you your birthday gift"

lincoln gulped. suddenly the door bell rang. their heads turned.

"Luna, ruth is here!"
luna raised a brow.
"okay!"

Ruth came up and saw luna who was in her bathrobe. walking towards them, she had a large smile on her lips. before she stopped. she looked at luna, then at lincoln.

"happy birthday."

she said. lincoln blushed, luna cocked a brow.

"so you came here to wish him a happy birthday?"

ruth nodded.

"i even got him something."

now lincoln was curious.

"oh?"

luna question as she looked at the punk girl, ruth nodded and pulled out a pack of condoms. luna's face dropped then looked at ruth. lincoln tilt his head, confused. then he remembered the Trojan man commercials...

"...seriously dude?"

luna asked, ruth grinned all the wider and nodded. luna deadpan, but then raised a brow then turned her head over her shoulder. there was a glint in her eye. she too grinned. lincoln gulped hard as she looked at the two teenage girls...

"happy birthday little brother, looks like your gonna get a double scoopin' of hot love tonight"

lincoln looked at luna, then at ruth, then at the box of condoms.

he looked at the readers for a moment.

"my dick is gonna be sore in the morning"

suddenly two pair of hands grab him and pulled him out of the reader's sight.

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Luan and maggie were in bed together for the night. it was a hell of a day. sam coming and making out with lincoln, luna nearly beating the shit out of her. yeah, it was pretty damn shitty. but now she and maggie sat they ate cake they both smiled at each other. luan cut a piece and held it in front of maggie. she smirked and open her mouth. she pushed into her mouth, she bit and slide it out of her mouth and chewed.

luan giggled. til her eyes widen with confusion when maggie smeared the tip of her nose with frosting. maggie lean and licked it off, luan blushed. maggie set her cake down and lean forward and kissed her on the lips.

luan pushed her off with a smirk. maggie grinned widely. luan set her cake a side as well and lean in and nuzzled her neck, sniffing her hair, maggie held her close and sighed.

"this is nice."

luan said softly.

"mmhmm"

luan kissed her on her neck and knead her night shirt. maggie groan as she laid back. their eyes met and so full of love. peace and harmony. maggie felt so good now. she ran her fingers through luan's hair which was all down to her shoulders and back. the soft silky feeling. she enjoyed it. and luan purred with joy

their hearts beat together and their eyes continue to stare into one another. luan lean up and kissed maggie, she kissed back their lips open and their tongues playfully lap against each other. theu hands roaming over each other's bodies. their skin brushing softly.

"maggie"

she whined as she grind against her leg.

"luan.."

she lift her leg up just a tad for luan to ride it. luan gasping and blushing crimson red, they were all hot and bothered and their passion was riding high and their hearts beat faster as they begin to grope each other. their lips met once more in a fiery passion.

"...what are you two doing?"

their face tore away, and looked to see lana who stood with a story book. luan's eyes widen and blush redder than ..well, red! she forgotten that lana had been asking her to read her a bed time story more often than lori, as of late! time stood still and the air was thick with tension. luan open her mouth. but lana cut her off.

"it's cool, me and lola do it all the time. can you read me a bed time story?"

she walked over after she shut the door. she climb onto the bed and sat between her and maggie. luan looked sick... now lana and lola were doing it! maggie raised a brow at luan. and rolled her eyes.

"lana i don't think-"

"pllleeease?"

she gave her puppy eyes. luan sighed and grab the book off lana's hands.

..ah. the monster at the end of this book. starring lovable furry old grover.

she open the book, she looked at maggie who seem to settle down on the pillow. accepting this now. she wrap her arms around lana who laid back againt her, her large breasts became pillows for lana's head. luan chuckled softly and relaxed

"alright then..."

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The Next day -

june 22, 1993

10:45am

Ronnie was walking the sidewalk with a pep in her step.

she was going to see her boyfriend, clyde. after a night of comforting a broken bobby she needed a break. all she cared about right now was going to see clyde, hang out, do...something.

she had a smile as she walked. and was enjoying the idea of just being with him. nothing made her happier. plus she needed to get away for awhile. there was just too much drama going on these past few days. and sam was far away from her mind. though she still wanted to creme that bitch. a knuckle sandwich is what she needed.

she sighed and put her hands in her pocket, and blew at her wavy bang out of her eye. her hair smelt like hair product. it shine within the sunshine. though she could see rain clouds coming. maybe she and clyde can play golden axe if it rained. .. maybe fool around. she grinned.

though as she came up to his yard he begin knocking. she waited, she knew his parents were off to work. these days they've been better, the whole attack from chandler really fucked them up abit. she tilt her head then knocked again, and rung the bell.

as she waited she swore she heard voices. blinking she stopped and listened she cocked a brow and walked around the house, she side step a basket ball laying on the morning grass. she could feel the due drops wet her legs. that felt annoying. as she walked closer the voice became louder, clearer.

"...Penelope.. wait.. i-"

"common, clyde. you know you wanna"

"i do-i really-really do, but ronnie-"

"is a dork. struting around like a bad ass"

she said with amusement. ronnie stopped in her tracks. and blinked. her heart fell down into the pits of her guts. her fingers curled to fists. her eyes widen. but she waited out. s-she knew clyde would not cheat on her. he was loyal of course...

clyde stuttered and swallowed hard as the curled redhead pressed him against the back of the door of his house. he gazed upon her blue eyes and they were just so damn pretty. and natural ruby lips parted.

"she won't find out, clyde...common,"

she ran her fingers through his nappy hair.

"common..."

clyde trembled. and he couldn't deny that he had always found her fucking hot as hell. yeah, she wasn't miss popular, but who gave a shit? he heard redheads were wild in bed. slowly he lean forward, his own lips parted. their eyes half closed as they looked upon with desire and-

"PUTA!"

a rock hit penelope, she hissed in pain. clyde's head turned swiftly and saw ronnie. he went white as a ghost a rock was thrown and nailed his glasses cracking the right lances. ronnie came charging. Penelope scream and ran but the mexican girl grab her by her hair and pulled. she squeaked, and ronnie kicked her in the ass several times. before one last swift kick made Penelope fall on the grass, her glasses fell off her nose.

ronnie turned and saw clyde, curled like a bug. it was his only defense. ronnie stomp forward. with every thought came to her mind. from kicking him, from punching, to stomping his dick til he dont get no babies no more. she was angry. hot tears fell from her eyes. her teeth clenched and she looked like a pitbull ready to rip him apart.

she stood before him. clyde trembled in utter fear awaiting for her to give him a bloody pulp. and to scream at him til she was blue in the face. but nothing came. he felt something warm and wet fall on his hand. he peeked through his fingers and looked at ronnie, whose eyes were over flowing the pain on her face like a knife twist into her heart. she broke hard. and as she spoke, her voice was watery, and crackled into a whine like a hurt puppy.

"i loved you."

Clyde uncurled and sat up. he reached for her, but she jump back. as if he was going to hurt her. it was only now he realized the damage was done. as she turned her hair swayed in the summer breeze. she ran, clyde got up.

"ronnie, wait! i'm sorry!"

he chased after her, she ran from where she came from, she leap over the basket ball, clyde was too much in a panic to notice and trip and fell forward, his knees scraped against a large rock hidden in the grass.

"argghh!"

he turned on his back and hugged his leg. his fingers pressed against his knees. his eyes open to see the dark clouds. a single drop of rain hit his glasses. then another, and another, then it begin to sprinkle.

Ronnie ran fast and as far away as she could. she was running away from the pain. her mind was filled with words, 'he cheated on you' 'you weren't good enough' 'all men are all alike' 'i shouldn't have left lincoln' 'you didnt deserve that snow white angel' 'this is god's punishment' 'you deserve this' as she ran, the rain came down harder, soaking her from head to toe. her shoes splash against puddles.

Call you up in the middle of the night

Like a firefly without a light

You were there like a blowtorch burning

I was a key that could use a little turning

So tired that I couldn't even sleep

So many secrets I couldn't keep

Promised myself I wouldn't weep

One more promise I couldn't keep

she was in tremendous pain. she was running blindly. but her feet knew where to go. the long track home. she needed someone. she needed someone to comfort her, she sought the arms of the one guy who never fucked her over. back at home there was a boy who learned a lesson, a boy who was in as much as pain as he was.

It seems no one can help me now

I'm in too deep

There's no way out

This time I have really lead myself astray

Runaway train never going back

Wrong way on a one-way track

Seems like I should be getting somewhere

Somehow I'm neither here nor there

her big brother was curled in bed, she knew. he was so sad, so hurt. they were two peas in a pod. she took care of him, always had. he was just this sweet do-do bird. he meant well, he learned from his mistakes. and right now, laying with him in bed curled and blubbering and crying against him brought on some weird comfort.

Can you help me remember how to smile?

Make it somehow all seem worthwhile

How on earth did I get so jaded?

Life's mysteries seem so faded

I can go where no one else can go

I know what no one else knows

Here I am, just drowning in the rain

With a ticket for a runaway train

her leg muscles burn. but the pain was ignored. for her heart ached much more. and her body pushed her forward, running across a street, a car stopped and honked. a man yelled at her, but all she could hear was the pounding of her heart, her heavy breathing, her tears blind her, everything looked like an dripping oil painting. she stopped and turned a corner. she could see her house.

And everything seems cut and dry

Day and night

Earth and sky

Somehow I just don't believe it

Runaway train never going back

Wrong way on a one-way track

Seems like I should be getting somewhere

Somehow I'm neither here nor there

she burst through the door.

"BOBBY!"

She wailed and shut the door and she howled.

"BOBBY!"

Bobby came from the kitchen with a dr. paper.

"ronnie?"

she stood there like a young woman broken. she was soaked, her face looked at him with bright sad eyes. she ran forward and collide with him, her head hit his chest hard, arms wrap firm around him. he held his soda up. looking down, her body shook violently as she sobbed with no control what so ever. his brows furrow with concern.

Bought a ticket for a runaway train

Like a madman laughing at the rain

A little out of touch, a little insane

It's just easier than dealing with the pain

Runaway train never going back

Wrong way on a one-way track

Seems like I should be getting somewhere

Somehow I'm neither here nor there

"clyde cheated on me, i caught hi-hi-him with penelop-penelope-"

bobby dropped the soda, ignoring the large stain he made on the carpet he hugged her tightly. as if trying to squeeze out the hurt. he knew too well how it felt. he knew now, he knew. heart break, the cheating, being cheated on. he knew what a shit he's been. but now? his sister was hurting bad. he drop to his knees and looked her in the eyes. he brushed her tears with his thumbs. her face in a large mournful frown. and she was speaking gibberish from her bawling.

"make it stop. make it stop hurting bobby, pleEEEAASE!"

she pressed her forehead against his, her fingers clawing his shirt. as she cried harder and harder. she begin to scream in pain. every thought of clyde, every moment. it hurt her, broke her. she wanted to be rid of these memories that she build around clyde.

bobby cup her face, she looked into his big brown eyes. what shocked her was he was crying. crying for her. feeling her pain. this hit her hard and her eyes gave a second wave of tears. she cup his face as well. and in that moment of pain, hurt, desperation, the thought of being alone, the thought of no one to love. their lips met for the first time. soft, and gentle. ronnie pulled his shirt and deepen the kiss, she sobbed between kisses, bobby held onto her, and cup the back of her head.

...as the heavy rains came, their broken hearts melted, and fused together into one whole beating heart filled with new life. incest be damned. they just didn't care anymore.

Runaway train never coming back

Runaway train tearing up the track

Runaway train burning in my veins

I run away but it always seems the same

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to be continued