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Unknown Binding
First published September 20, 2017
Her [Violet] OCD tendency has made the office basically a color-coded nightmare… Violet has a way of making people feel belittled…There... is so much??? wrong with this characterization??? As if adding fuel to stereotypes was necessary?? Listen, as someone with an "OCD tendency," I find it ridiculous that the ONLY character whose mental health is bluntly mentioned HAS to be the relentless, commanding boss. #notcool
The bitchy high-class girls and their perfect hair, perfectly pressed clothes… Gah! Makes me so angry. I hate them.Elenore didn't have much growing up. Owned three shirts, was hardly fed, denied basic human needs, and no one bothered to check on her at school despite the visible bruises. I sympathize with her. Domestic abuse is not a light subject and kids don't come out of it right because of years worth of trauma. However, that doesn't make it okay to hate on other girls simply because of the life they're living. And again, stereotypes. Like, OBVIOUSLY being a girl from an upper-class household TOTALLY means she's a bitch 😑
[after describing Lewis' gorgeous looks and how comfortable she is around him] I honestly don’t know why Rebecca never went for him—he seems perfect to me.Maybe..... because............. pEOplE hAVe prEFeReNCEs?? Just a thought. ALSO WHY ARE YOU GOING BACK AND FORTH BETWEEN GRIEVING AND THOUGHTS ABOUT ROMANCE. This happens on so many occasions, oh my god.
● Can a police detective be romantically involved with a key person of an investigation?(Upon their SECOND meeting) After Roman and his partner ask her questions about Rebecca, Elenore almost has a breakdown and runs to the washroom. THE PRUNE FOLLOWS HER AND SAYS THIS:
● Isn't a police detective NOT supposed to get personally attached to an investigation?
● ISN'T A POLICE DETECTIVE SUPPOSED TO UPHOLD PROFESSIONAL OBJECTIVITY AND INTEGRITY??
"I instantly took a liking to you. You have a very beautiful smile,” he compliments me. His hand reaches around and his finger grazes my cheek. I close my eyes, relishing in the small gesture. Roman’s hand moves up and cups my face. I feel his body pressed up against my back...In Deadpool's iconic words, WHAT. IN. THE. ASS.
Without a word, he spins me around to face him. He tilts my face up to meet his. His lips press to mine ever so gently. Every part of me heats up. Roman’s lips push against mine again, only this time harder, more wanting. I give in to him, opening my mouth slightly to allow him access, and he takes it like a bloodthirsty animal. Roman pulls back, and I’m left wanting more. I open my eyes, and he stares down at me. “Give me a call. I’d like to see where this goes.” He presses his lips to mine once more before stepping back, his heat gone. He turns and disappears out the door.
“I’ll be all over you, Elenore. I’ve tasted you, and those perfect lips of yours are waiting for me to claim them again.”That's just creepy af. You don't say stuff like this on THE THIRD FREAKING MEETING. YOU'RE A DETECTIVE, ROMAN. GET IT TOGETHER, YOU CREEPY VERMIN!!!
I told myself every day for about a year I was worth something. That I was to become so much more than my father ever wanted of me.
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I’m so much more than just some weak little girl you can lock in a basement.
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I’ve told myself I am worth this life, worth the air that I breathe.