Abigail Griffith
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Mom, Wife. Student.
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Monster
“Monster! How should I feel?” Delilah whispered, her head down in defeat while tears pricked at the corners of her green eyes. She watched as the man before her gave a half smile to her question. His chiseled jaw flexed and his eyes darkened, making them sink into his high cheek bones. Smirking, he walked over to the fireplace of their small two-bedroom home. Delilah watched his feet stop at the hearth; her heart heavy in anticipation of his rebuttal.
By Abigail Griffith5 years ago in Humans
Book of Memories
The wind whipped harshly around her, forcing her long red hair to become a messy tangle. With a huff of annoyance, Victoria Duncan shoved her locks behind her shoulder. She had been standing outside the brick building for five minutes. While she willed her feet forward, they refused to move. It had only been a few days ago when the mysterious lawyer had contacted her. He had a deep voice, with a thick midwestern accent. He introduced himself as Mr. Bryan Darby. He asked her to come to his office in Atchison, nearly an hour away from her home town of Lawrence, Kansas. He refused to give her many details over the phone, simply saying she was not in any kind of legal trouble. At that she had given a sigh of relief. Victoria had lived her entire life being as angelic as possible. Any kind of strife caused her heartbeat to pound erratically. Learning early on that she could not stand such a feeling, she tried to be “the good girl.”
By Abigail Griffith5 years ago in Families
