bethany g

“I found his gun, pocketed it, and—covered in the blood of the man who killed our parents, the first man I ever killed myself—I ran over to Dais. I remember her little tear-stained face looking at me, I think she was looking for something familiar, maybe? And I was crying, I didn’t even know I was crying until she took my face in her little kid hands and brushed them away, and even though we didn’t know for sure at the time that our parents were dead, I knew it. I could feel it, this change in the air like that Daisy was mine now. My responsibility”
― Jessa Hastings, Daisy Haites

“Oi.” Christian nods at me as he walks shirtless and sweaty into my kitchen—never what you want to see from the blad who’s doing your sister. There’s a towel slung over his shoulder—a small mercy, I s’pose—as he wanders to my fridge and pulls out one of my sister’s juices like he owns the fucking place”
― Jessa Hastings, Daisy Haites