re-thinking the plot 🤔

(After everyone knows it’s Chloe — violets perspective)

“You’re a fucking bitch.”

“Vi….” Molly said with pleading eyes, only to be ignored.

“No.  Don’t try to defend her.  She lied to you and all of us.  For months she pretended to be someone she’s not… she hasn’t earned our mercy.”  I took a step closer to Clo, pissed off at myself for not wanting to punch her pretty little face.  Any other bitch would’ve gotten pounded on… but she had magic powers that made everyone like her, and it also fucking worked on me.  “Fucking lied, guilt tripped me, got my closest friends involved in your bullshit.  Why are you even still fucking here?”

“Just because you don’t think I’m worthy of your presence doesn’t mean everyone else here agrees with you, contrary to what you believe.”

“Ahh look at this chameleon bullshit.  You used to be so submissive it was disgustingly cute, but suddenly you grew a pair and now you wanna stand up to me?”  I let out a laugh and shoved her.

“Hey, none of that,” Izaak commanded, ready to jump in and break up a fight at any moment.

“Let the little girl speak for herself since she’s so tough.”

Clo didn’t say anything though, backing down a little and giving puppy eyes to Toby so he would baby her.  She didn’t know that he’s a pro at dealing with manipulative bitches.

But even he caved into her con-artistry at some point, urging me to be nice.  I’d been nice enough before.  There’s no going back.

New series maybe?

This is the premise for a new series I want to write... not really well thought-out or edited... just something I wrote during a plane ride.

x-x-x-x

"Don't kill me, please."

My eyes narrowed as I flopped down on my bed, wondering what my little brother's girlfriend, Erica, got me into this time. "What did you do?"

She hesitated, trying to figure out the best way to break the news. "So remember that song you wrote and I was recording...?"

My cheeks flushed, self-conscious about my horrendous music-writing abilities. I shouldn't have shared that song with her... "Yes, what about it? You were going to delete it because it's not YouTube-worthy..."

"About that..."

violet getting protective over tristen

"Bro, what the fuck happened?"  I'd been upstairs studying for hours, only taking a break when I heard my stomach growl.  In the living room sat a black-eyed Tristen, surrounded in a semi-circle by Toby, Izaak, and Molly.  Tristen was still shaky, bag of frozen peas in hand, nervously fiddling with the plastic as she tried not to look at anyone.

"There was an altercation," Toby said, guiding his little sister's hand so that she would put the ice on her wound.  I noticed scratches on her arm and a few bruises.  

"What?  Who?  Did you call the cops?"

Tristen's one eye got really wide.  "No!"

"Why the hell not?  Who fucked you up like this?"  She stayed silent, looking back down at the floor and started crying again.  I glanced from Toby, who seemed more concerned than annoyed, to Izaak and Molly.

"She won't tell us yet.  She's too scared," Molly said softly.  

"Scared of what?" I said, so loud that it made Molly flinch a little.  So I toned it down as much as I could, considering the way my heart raced and I felt the urge to knock someone's teeth out.  Looking back at Tristen, I asked, "Are you being threatened?"  

She shook her head, still not looking up.  If I wasn't so pissed, I would've taken a moment to appreciate her cute submissiveness, but right now it was fucking annoying.  That's how she got herself into this mess in the first place. 

"Well what is it?  Come on, tell us."

Toby shot me a glare.  "You're not being helpful right now."

for any time i need vic inspiration

this video captures so much of how i imagine my character... so emo 😂🥰

https://youtu.be/EXsJI6vcIkA 

violet's animal

more of beach smoke circle

"So you're a switch?  Have you had an official spankee before?"

The memories came swirling back, making my tummy roll with disgust and my chest burn with anger.  But before I could answer, Toby had to throw in his two cents.  "Molly is a phenomenal top.  Anyone on the receiving end is very lucky to get her attention and care."

He was just saying that because he knew the topic of my ex-spankee upset me.

"How would you know?" Vic said with a teasing tone.  "Did she beat your ass before?"

Toby rolled his eyes.  "No, it's just so obvious."

"He's seen me spank a few people," I chimed in, hoping it would help me dodge Chloe's question.

"Who??" 

"Your sister, for one, a couple of weeks ago when she was all up in her feels about Jason and losing her job."

"And who else??"

Ugh.  I should've known there's no way I could get away with half-answers.  "This girl named Shelby...."

Vic mock-gasped.  "Are you saying there's something about Molly Collins I don't know??"  He grinned, waiting for me to spill the beans.  

I glanced at Toby who I could tell felt a little bad for me.  But instead of jumping in to change the subject and save me, he said, "It'll be good for you to talk about it.  Process some of those emotions."

Finally catching the tone, Vic said, "Wait, what happened?  Something bad?  I'll kick someone's ass.  Let me at her."

Toby snorted.  "It's cute when you try to be as tough as Violeta."

blah this felt like it was longer when i was writing it

(goes with this:  https://docs.google.com/document/d/1aYtsATYbUSvRNv1WQwpgRZTELHXYWMuGfuNnqTkiL70/edit?usp=sharing)

"Why don't you trust Izaak?  Hasn't he proven he'll be here for you?"

Not the question I'd expected in that moment from Toby.  We were walking on the edge of the ocean, waiting for the sun to rise after staying out all night and drunkenly making out in the car.  But I should've known the kind of intimacy Toby likes would make me more vulnerable than just taking off my clothes.  I'm not sure which I prefer, though.

"Who said I don't trust Izaak?"

"You're asking that to buy time while you figure out what I want to hear.  But what I want to hear is the truth."

My cheeks flushed at his candidness.  "It's not that anyway.  He's a cop...  He'd get in so much trouble... I shouldn't put him in that position."

"You don't trust that he will choose you over his job.  Nor do you trust that he would be able to figure out a win-win solution."

"Do cops ever go for the win-win?"  Tears threatened to fall and I stopped, looking Toby in the eyes.  Something seemed kinda off with him... different from our usual chats.  Maybe just the alcohol.  

"You see him as a cop before you see him as a friend."  The words came out matter-of-factly, causing the truth of the statement to hit me much harder than I would have liked.  "But why?"

chloe after sleepover

The panic crept in as soon as I left Molly's room.  It was a miracle that I'd been able to smash it down for so long after learning that we'd be going to Washington state... not DC.  Wtf?  How had I not realized that?

Violet had to be investigating Sage — who else would she be looking for in Seattle?  And she'd mentioned that this person's calls are monitored... of course it's Sage!  What am I going to do?

If Izaak hadn't just punished me for smoking, I'd be outside with Violet right now having a cigarette.  The weed Molly had given me was nice, but wasn't calming my nerves at all.  Anyway, the only reason I'd gotten it was because I'm going to be nervous af when Izaak picks us up, and he will definitely notice and question it.  Weed is the perfect excuse.  He wouldn't buy it if I just told him I'm afraid of flying since we've flown together before and I'm obviously not.

I splashed water on my face to try to calm my nerves, then laid in Violet's bed (or I guess her brother's bed?) trying to breathe like Toby had taught me.  She came in with the familiar cigarette scent, which made me a little jealous.  If anything could calm my nerves for a few minutes, it was nicotine. 

But I'm moving past that.  Best not to even think about it.

As she snuggled into bed next to me, Violet and I made a little conversation which distracted me for a bit, until she started snoring and then I was alone with my thoughts.

molly in lockdown part 2?

After this — https://breannastoryworld.com/2020/10/09/molly-in-lockdown/

My emotions were still heavy, even if I'd cried some of them out.  Vulnerable for the first time in weeks, I couldn't detach from Gabe after he finally broke me.  He didn't mind — he crawled into bed next to me, arms wrapped around me rubbing my back, and occasionally my stinging bottom.  

When my sniffles finally died down, Gabe said, "Get cleaned up.  We're going to have a videocall with Toby."

More feelings surfaced (along with regret that I'd gotten rid of the numbness).  "Noooo... I don't wanna talk to him!"  

Toby.  Not even the doc.  Gabe is serious.  

"Why not?" He tucked my hair behind my ear so I'd have to look at him.  His concerned expression made me melt.

"He's gonna be mad and yell at me and make me feel guilty and I don't wanna have feelings anymore."  The little space just came out so naturally.  I snuggled closer to Gabe, wanting him to protect me.

"If he makes you feel guilty, I'll take care of it.  But he won't.  He's worried about you, just like I am.  And he's the expert in this, so we're going to call him."  He squeezed me tight, sensing that I was about to argue again, so decided to follow up with his demand.  "Now are you going to get cleaned up, or am I going to have to bathe you myself?"

Oof... I blushed so hard, burying my face into the sheets.  Too many feels.

"After the call, we'll order dinner and you can show me that videogame you're always talking about."

molly-chloe-toby-vic smoke circle

"What was your first impression of Gabe?  How did you feel about him when you met?"

"I put Gabe on a pedestal from the second we started chatting.  He was just so direct and firm with me, and smart.  It was clear that he was better than me — I was just 18, stuck in community college, barely living on my slightly-over-minimum wage salary and whatever ad money I earned from my blog.  I rented a room in a house with 7 strangers while Gabe had his own bachelor pad and talked about soon buying a condo in Manhattan.  We were from totally different worlds... his parents held dinner parties and schmoozed with politicians.  The coolest thing in my podunk hometown was the skating rink.

"Gabe was almost too perfect.  I didn't even put myself in the same league as him.  Like... 18 year old me would've never imagined this... staying with him in his beach house?  Yeah right.  Even though he said he was family, I defaulted to thinking that everyone's gonna abandon me.  I mean, if my actual fam abandoned me multiple times, wouldn't anyone else do the same?  It's taken a long time and some great friends for me to finally be in a place where I can say out loud that not everyone will abandon me.

"Now tell us your first impression of Izaak... How did you two ever happen??"