Well...actually...
Maybe it was vodka your mother gave to you...

You came home from school one day, weeks after the funeral. Of course you were in no means chipper, but between the two of you...

Your mother was beyond a wreck.

It was often that she would be laying about somewhere in the house, nursing a hangover back into inebriation. The routine would always be you would come home, go to your room, work on homework, get some food, and then stay in your room till morning.

One afternoon was different though. You were heading to your room when the half conscious voice of your mother called you back. You crept back to where she was, peering into the bedroom.

Photos of your father were surrounding where she sat on the floor, among the empty bottles. Many of the photos had ripped up, burnt, or just plain scribbled out. She hated him and missed him...

"'-lilah..." Her voice was wavering and she couldn't even form one whole word. Out stretched in her hand was a bottle...tall and clear. It was fancy looking, gold print up and down the side. The words looked foreign and you couldn't really tell what they said.

"Yes mom?" You didn't know what it was she wanted, but she gestured for you to take the bottle out of her hands. Maybe she had enough? It felt so heavy in your young hands, but the look your mother gave you confused you. She picked up another bottle at her side and raised it up.

"To my...-hic-...terrible...-hic-...beautiful...-hic-...de-ad....husband..." She put her bottle and began to drink away. You've seen toasts on TV before...she wanted you to drink...right?

You put the bottle to your lips and take the first drink like you would juice.

It burnt like fire. The taste overpowered everything, you dropped the bottle and threw up. Your mother took no attention so you ran back to your room.

She probably was trying to share a moment with you in her own messed up way...

...

You realize it has probably been enough time now. Letting Buttercup run off, you stand up, smoothing out your skirt. Bottle in hand, you go to the classroom.

Inside, you see that all the chairs are shoved against the wall...except for two. Lawrence isn't in there yet so you take one of the seats.

It's only a little bit of time before Lawrence comes in, his arms full. You watch as he sets down each thing.

There's one of the big lights, a metallic box that says something about colored pencils, a small radio, and a large drawing board with an equally as large white paper attached to it.

Is...is your picture really going to be that big?...

What do you talk to Lawrence about while he sets up?

Lewd things

Also, come yell at me on Discord!
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>>131871
Ask about the supplies he brought and if there is any certain way we should sit and just general chit chat.

I realized today that the reason Lawrence is so forgiving and accepting of us, no matter how hard we fuck up, even almost killing him, is because we are his second chance to do right by Michele. He blames himself for her shitty life and death and by helping us he's trying to make up for it. Even if he doesn't realize it, he doesn't really care for us. This will hit Delilah hard when she finally figures it out.

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>>131871
Ask him what pose does he want you in.
Make it a lewd one.

>>131871
"You don't REALLY like this stuff, do you? "
Referring to the bottle of vodka, of course.

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>>132104
"Cause if you don't I'll take it."

>>132082
Start having weekly figure drawing sessions

>>132176
AUGH SON OFA BITCH FORMATTING USE CRITICAL THINKING SKILLS PLOX

"What's all that stuff?"

Prismacolors, professional kinda stuff. I want to make this one a completed piece.

You watch as he sets up the light. It falls upon you, dark and deep contrasting shadows cascading across your body. You see that he has a smaller light attached to the top of the board to illuminate his work.

"Are you sure it wouldn't be easier during the day?"

There's some nice shapes going on here, they really outline your figure well. It also lets me make this ~mysterious~

"Well um..what pose should I sit in?..."

Whatever you feel in comfortable.

"Do I like...need to get naked?"

That is up to you.

"I-I was joking...m-maybe next time..."

Lawrence draws a frowning face and you throw the balled up note at his head. As he lays out the different pencils, you try to figure out what would be best.

...

When Lawrence looks back up, you're leaning back in the chair, one knee brought up to your chest, one hand above your breast and a finger from the other pointing at your lips.

"Just like in the magazine...right Law?..."

This time he hits you with a crumpled up note.

...

You move into a real position, your side to him, legs slightly crossed and hands in your lap.

"Uh...like this then?...You can uh...fix it if you want..."

Carefully, he shows you how to sit. He brings up your chin slightly, presses your shoulders down lower, pushes your lower back in a bit, arranges your hands onto your thigh, and pulls off your shoes to place next to you instead.

"Ah right...the vodka...oh shoot I forgot cups though I'm sor-"

You watch as Lawrence presses it against his mouth and takes a big chug. He winces a bit as it hits his throat but swallows it all and sits down. Rock music begins to play and he starts to draw.

...

"Ah...my back is starting to hurt..."

It's about an hour in, though your back was in pain before this. Lawrence motions at you for one more moment then releases you.

"Will it be fine? I just need a second."

He nods, but pushes the board out of sight before you can see it. He takes another drink of the vodka and hands it to you, offering.
Would you like to share a drink with the Law?

>>132176
Sure, the Vodka might be vile, but enjoying the drink is not necessarily the point.

>>132191
THE LAW

I mean, a sip can't hurt, right? Don't do a chug like he did, he's larger than you and probably handles this stuff better.

At least you think that's how this stuff works?

Normally a situation like this would be a no-no but... You can trust Lawrence, right? You drank his blood! This can't possibly go wrong.

>>132216
>Delilah gets tipsy.
>Shenanigans ensue.

>>132191
Sure
We're cool after all

>>132230
Don't be silly, THE LAW can do no wrong!

>>132191
better drink because he wants us too and we have to make up for almost killing him

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>>132191
It's fucking party time.

You take the bottle and look at the opening. You're older now...it can't be that bad, right? Lawrence was able to drink it fairly easy...you can't let him think you're a wimp. You said so yourself, you're like an adult.

...

You were wrong. Oh GOD, were you wrong. You only allowed half a drink this time but it burns just as bad as when you were young.

Difference is that you force yourself to swallow it...your body shudders as it goes down.

And of course he enjoys watching your suffer through it. Quickly you push the vile bottle back to him and he takes another swig like a champ.

Jerk...

You stand up to stretch, but your head rushes as you do. It takes a bit, but you manage to catch your footing.

Okay...okay you know what? You're fine now. After the initial burning in your mouth and throat and the light weight feeling, it's kinda nice. There's a pleasant warm inside of you.

As long as you watch yourself, you should be good...right? Yeah, that sounds like a good plan. You ask for the bottle back and take a, much smaller, drink again. Still burns...you take another sip before handing it back.

Lawrence has to help you back into the proper position again. Hands against your skin tingles in a warm way. That's good...that's nice.

It feels like you sit there very well, but according to Lawrence you are swaying and moving your head too much.

It's fine, I have more then enough to finish this later. If I need to I'll have you pose again later.

"Oh good...it gets boring sitting there." You stand up...no you sit down...okay now you're back up. Lawrence is pulling out his sketchbook, jotting down some sketches or something. You don't know. You try to look over his shoulder but grab the bottle again.

This is...pleasant. Nice and pleasant. No wonder people get past that awful taste. You let it fill your mouth again before it's yanked away from you.

I don't think it would be wise for you to drink any more.

"H-ey, it's my drink! I earned it y'know! You can have one more sip but then I get to take the re-st back!"

Ha...you got him. You'll get your bottle back.

He looks you in the eyes before putting the bottle back to his lips.

...

You watch partially in amazement and the rest in anger as the rest of the clear liquid disappears...

Lawrence grimaces, shudders, and hands you back a now empty bottle.

That jerk drank the rest of your drink!

What are you going to do?

Bully him

Let's see if we get the DRUKEN STREGTH of our mother.

>>132391
Take a swing at snatching it confidently and then fall over on him because we've now forgotten how to legs.

>>132391
Punch his chest like the little girl we are.

>>132407
The guy drank it all and handed us the empty bottle.

>>132391
Call him a big jerk face and stumble off and go find someone that isn't a jerk face, like Jessica or one of the girls.

>>132391
THE LAW SPOKETH, THE LAW STANDS FIRM

Pout, but accept the empty bottle back. Tell him you'll get him back for that some day, but sound too childish for him to take you seriously.

>>132391
Also demand that he give us our magazine back.
We were enjoying the naked ladies first dammit

>>132391
did U just drink my fokkin liquor m8? I'll fokkin wreck ya u little wanker!

"Ah! Y-you jerkface!" Stomping your foot, you step forward and take a few hits at his torso. Even now you can tell that your hits did nothing...but it felt nice to do it.
"I'm a go and fi-nd someone who isn't a big...big...jerk!"

Heh, that'll show him.

You turn to walk away but you're pulled back from the door, Lawrence shaking his head quickly.

"Wh-y not huh? I'm a go find someone wh-o'll be nice to me!"

Despite this you wait for him to write his message.

...you take forever to read it. Several times over your eyes scan the words till they make sense.

I can NOT let them think I let you get drunk. Just hang out in here till everyone is asleep or you calm down.

"But you did let me~"

I can NOT let them know then.

You giggle at this.

"You're in tr~ou~ble!" Nonetheless you meander back to the center of the classroom.

"Now ~you~ owe me!" You sit on an empty desk.

"This is the second thing you took from me~ First my magazine and now my drink! In fact, I think I want my magazine back~"

You don't really...you don't think anyways. You just want to make him suffer for being so rude.

Lawrence sits back down in his chair, turning up the music.

I don't think so.

"Why~? Is it cause you're doin'...y'know...'bad stuff' with it?" You can't help but laugh at this, and as expected you don't get an answer.

"Why'd ya make me take my shoes off? You like my feet or somethin'?" You lay back, wiggling the toes on your foot in the air.

Pfft...that's dumb...who would like feet.

Still no answer.

"Y'know, I heard you was still one of those a...what're they called...v-...v-somethin'...is that true? Do you still have your uh...what'd she call it...v-card? I wanna see it~"

The sound of scratching pencil on paper...good he's finally gonna talk to you. The answer is taking so long...what's he writing.

You look over and see that he's sketching in his notebook instead.

Lawrence is ignoring you now and you want attention.

What are you going to do?

>>132556
Take away his notebook and see if you can find his v-card in there

>>132556
Take a look at the drawing he did of you. See if he got your good side.

>>132556
Realize that you're bein' a shit, Delilah.

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>>132556
Let's just give him a big 'ol hug. No need to snoop, we'll probably get to see the picture when its all done.

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>>132556
Vomit on him.
MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Kick him

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>>132701
DO IT SUE! DO IT FOR LOVE!!!

You walk over to the drawing board tucked away between the chairs.

"Lesse if you got mah nice side~" You start to pull it out but Lawrence gives you a death glare. Ah...maybe you should wait. You walk over to him and slip away his notebook.

"Is this wh-ere ya keep your ah...card thingy?" You flip through the pages but it's taken from your hands quickly.

What a party pooper.

"Y-you should be nicer to me! I got all prettied up for you to-day...and I'm never pretty! You should ap-preciate this!" Why does your voice sound more...upset now? Maybe it's just your imagination.

"B-but I guess I did owe ya...cause I almost killed ya yesterday! Did you know that? I did! Monster Del-ilah came out!" You bare your teeth and make clawing motions with your hands.

"S-she came out and she almost didn't g-o back in! Almost killed a n-nice big man! A nice big m-an who drank all of her drink!" You stick your tongue out at that last part.

Lawrence doesn't look angry or annoyed...more like...some other emotion you can't really read.

Ah...why do you feel so needy right now?...

You poke him in the shoulder.

"A nice mean big guy who keeps helping the little monster for some reason? Why does he do it huh? What does he wa-nt?" You hang off his shoulder, your mouth right next to his ear.

He actually writes you a response, though it takes several tries for you to read it.

What do you think I want?

Time alone to finish the drawing.

>>132701
Delilah has not learned the ability to vomit on command. Yet.

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>>132752
>mfw qt Delilah doesn't barf on THE LAW
>mfw when there isn't any ensuing cute awkwardness and Delilah drunkenly cleans up Lawrence and cries in embarassment
>mfw I realize that there is no God.
>mfw

>>132752
Your sister back

>>132752
Try to fight back emotions, but the vodka isn't making it easy. "... another chance to save your sister."

Hug his dumb big shoulders and hide our face in his neck.

"I can't even do this right... I'm sorry."

>>132804
shit nigga it's gonna get heavy now

The correct answer was 'bout tree fiddy n' a packa' smokes.

>>132804
>>132955
Maybe I could be your sister tonight ~~

>>132978
Anon, no.

We're used goods. We'll never be loved. Never ever. We'll never be a bride now.

>>132978
You just implied Lawrence was fucking his sister.

OK now Delilah NEEDS to say this, and then realize she meant to say girlfriend.

Then realize how fucked THAT proposal was.

>>132988
it's not premarital sex if you are never going to get married

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>>132556
>"Why'd ya make me take my shoes off? You like my feet or somethin'?" You lay back, wiggling the toes on your foot in the air.

>Pfft...that's dumb...who would like feet.

>Still no answer.

Y-You're treading dangerous ground, Delilah...

>>132752
"I th-think...m-maybe you wanna draw me a d-different way...?"

>>132804
>>132953
This.

"I bet you wan-na be left alone so you can draw~"

Guess again

"Hmmm maybe you want more vo-dka and nudie magazines~:

I think I'm fine on those.

You can't stop the terrible words that tumble out next.

"I betcha want your sister back."

In that instant you feel Lawrence's body tense up. You struck a nerve, and for some stupid reason you continue to beat him while he's down.

"I bet ya wish she was alive...I know I do..."

Even though a big part of you feels sad, you don't want to ruin the wonderful feeling you have. Lawrence is looking down at the ground...uh oh, you made him upset.

How do you cheer up a man?

...

Ah...ha...

Your hands come up to cup his cheeks.

"I'm sor-ry...I mess up every~thing..." You were leaning on him for support earlier but now you're doing it for the..closeness of it.

"I can't do nothin' right..."

What good are you for? You've even ruined tonight already.

"I can't even pay you back properly." You move to sit on his leg, a hand moving from his cheek to around his shoulders. It's been at the back of your mind but with the alcohol to help bring it out...

You know how to pay a man back. You may not like it, but he should...right? From what you can tell men like this sort of thing...they would be more then happy to get this in return for things...right?

"I know I don't look like 'em...like the girls in the mag~a~zine...but that don't matter right?...the other men liked me enough..."

Your body is shaking slightly but you keep moving forward.

"But may-be you don't wanna...cause you wanna do it with someone you really li-ke and make it spe~cial...but it don't matter for me. It's too late to be nice and spe~cial." You lean in more but you don't know what you're supposed to be doing...

"Maybe it's the only useful thi-ng I can do...maybe it's all I'm good for..."

No, don't start crying. Finish this out...finish it out so you won't be a complete failure. You owe him, you owe him big.

"Guys love this sorta thing...don't they? Yeah...they do...it's why they take it when they want...ha...like when I took your blood last night...

Stop crying. Stop it...stop...

"Ah...haha...it's scary...thinking about doing that is scary...I...I don't really...I don't really wanna do this...I hate it...why do people like it...it hurts too much...it hurts me too much...d-don't make me do it Lawrence...don't make me hurt again...."

You feel sick...your stomach is in a twisted knot...you push away and back yourself into a corner. Kneeling down you hold your stomach...don't throw up...why do you feel so awful...why did you have to get sad...

You take time to catch your breath and stand up, looking back at Lawrence.

He looks horrified and confused. Exactly the same way you feel.
What do you do?

>>133158
Puke.

despair but also an erection

>>133158
>Look guilty
>Try to smile
>Just end up crying
>"I'm s-so...f-fucked up...I'm so s-sorry, Law.."

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>>133171
.................

>>133158
"I can't even do th-... that right."

Tug our knees up to our chest. Try to be as small as possible. Maybe we'll just... disappear.

"I'm... completely broken, Law... I'm so... fucked up."

>>133179
This

And this
>>133171


I have to say that I picked up the story in the 3rd thread and now Im catching up with the pastebin.

Fuck you, OP. I have to say that I have cried twice and Im just at the part where Delilah gets to the Food Market.

>>133171
All joking aside, it does seem like Delilah might come out of this with a couple unintended kinks. Formative "sexual" experiences like these tend to do that.

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>>133213

Don't...don't throw up...

"I'm...I don't think I'm okay..." Your back falls against the wall. It's the only steady thing for you in this moment.

A grin comes across your face. It's broken, just like the rest of you.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry for always being sorry..."

Your grin starts to fade as you slide to the ground.

"I...I think I'm...I'm fu-...fucked up..."

As soon as you reach the ground, any remnants of your smile have faded and your tears stain the blouse.

"I'm..."

Broken.
Fucked up.

A mess.

Used up.

Worthless.

"I'm sorry." It's the only thing you feel comfortable saying, but it has lost any impact it once had. You can only stare in Lawrence's general direction. The alcohol and tears make it impossible to see straight. You can hear Lawrence standing up from his chair, foot steps coming towards you.

"Don't come near me."

They stop. Your breathing becomes harder. Is this what you want?

"Go away."

There's a pause, but you can steadily hear the steps going farther away. The further back they go, the less you want to be alone.

"Wait..."

You hear the door open and close with a click.

Your body collapses forward, forehead against the cold floor. You miss the warmth, the heat. You do want it, you want to be in light. It feels like the darkness it surrounding you, ready to swallow your body up whole. It's already eating away at the edge of your sight. You can't force yourself above a desperate whisper.

"Don't leave me."

What is your biggest fear?

>>133273
Being alone. Rejected. Unloved.

>>133257
I don't think all the things Delilah has been through count as "formative".

>>133273
Death, being alone and helpless,

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>>133273
Snakes

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>>133273
"One morning, as Gregor Samsa was waking up from anxious dreams, he discovered that in bed he had been changed into a monstrous verminous bug. He lay on his armour-hard back and saw, as he lifted his head up a little, his brown, arched abdomen divided up into rigid bow-like sections. From this height the blanket, just about ready to slide off completely, could hardly stay in place. His numerous legs, pitifully thin in comparison to the rest of his circumference, flickered helplessly before his eyes."

>>133282
Yes.

>>133282
This, obviously.

>>133294
I think Delilah needs it more than me, tho.

Your heart hurts. It hurts bad. You're in pain and nothing can stop it. You claw at your chest, you tear at the shirt much too pretty for you.

This is how your father died...isn't it? This is how you're going to die.

Good.

After your his death the idea of your own mortality scared you, even if you didn't fully understand it.

But now you want to accept it with open arms.

Take you away, away from everything awful.

Don't you just cause your own misery more and more?

You fear being alone forever.

You fear constant rejection.

You fear that the love you crave will be pulled away.

Too late. You fear it yet it's all already here. If anything you should be use to this, no?

You're the one to mess things up, and when someone wants to help...

You did this to yourself. Rejection...loneliness...pushing away what little affection is given to you...

You hate this. You hate everything.
You hate yourself the most.

Your shaky hand reaches into your bra...

Ha...even if one of the few people you trust...

You still feel the need to bring a knife...

You can't even use this correctly.

You just hurt people with it.

If...if anything...

You deserve to be hurt with it.
You deserve the pain it brings.

Flick the blade out...looking at your wrist...
What do you do?

Last update for tonight, sleep well!

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>>133376
Put it the fuck away, how about we don't cut ourselves?

>>133376
Pop open a can of sardines. Eat. Repeat until the pain stops.

>>133376
The only way how. Through the fucking heart.

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>>133376
S U D O K U

>>133376

Throw it away, you can't even go through with that right.

>>133376
Place the blade against our wrist, trying to focus past the blur of the vodka and tears. Past our shaky grip on the knife.

... what if we fuck this up, too?

What if this actually hurts the others more? Lawrence. Jessica. The kids...

It can't come to this. Those men would go unpunished and they would hurt other girls.

Drop the knife and take a deep breath. Maybe Lawrence will come back. Maybe the two of you can still finish that portrait...

Crawl through the haze of booze and self-loathing and get back in the chair. Aaany time now...

OP:

There is a mistake in lines 1700~1740 of the pastebin. Lots of repeated lines. Also I cried again.

>>133474
The pastebin is a clusterfuck I apologize there will be a nice version made soon.

>>133480
Its alright. It is the first thing I managed to catch.

Also, keep doing the god work, Sue.

>>133480
Go to bed sleepyhead

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Till the morning!

>>133491
>>133480

Adding to myself, maybe we could get an imgur to save all the pics

Are these threads going to get archived, by the way? Last I saw thread 4 didn't get archived.

>>133283
You'd be surprised by what can be considered sexually formative when you know next to nothing about sex, just that good feelings sometimes happen down there.

Not arguing that it definitely would happen, or even that it should, but don't discount the possibility of something being formative at thirteen. Her getting molested clearly was, based on her behavior just now. It's not necessary a good kind of formative.

>>133578
Check suptg's /qst/ archive.

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Good morning Sue! Good morning Anons! How are we all doing toda...
Oh.
Oh nooooooo.

>>134071
Hello anon, 11:42 pm here

>>134071
>>134143
Morning~

>>133376
Remember:
>Across for attention
>straight down for results

>>133376
>>134406
across
then spit on the wound after to heal up

As you stare at your unmarked wrist, the blue veins traveling down your arm there are voices in the back of your head encouraging you.

Though the fucking heart.

Ha...you wouldn't be strong enough to do that. The grip on the knife tightens. Lawrence cut himself so easily yesterday...you can do that too...can't you? Just keep cutting till there's no more terrible black blood in you, all the hate and misery inside will just bleed out.

You can't move though.

If you died right now...would you turn into sea foam? You doubt any angels would offer to help you into Heaven. No...no that's dumb. You're a human.

You would turn into the awful black goop from inside you and seep through the floorboards and right into Hell.

You sit up, the feeling of sickness washing over your body.

What are you thinking about doing? Killing yourself?

What...what the hell is wrong with you...

The morbid thoughts dance around your mind as you rise to your feet. It's hard, your bare feet freezing against the floor, but you are reminded of your heart beating.

You're not dead.

You're not dead in this moment, and that's what matters.

You sway back to the work station.

That's right, you have to get the portrait finished.

You have to help the people who've helped you.

You have to figure out why exactly you're in this situation.

If you do this now...then that's just like closing a book mid-chapter.

How dumb of you..

You see the drawing board still tucked away. What does a monster look like on a page? You pull it out carefully, holding it out in front of you.

Ha...what a terrible artist...

There's a young girl sitting on the chair, looking off and away like she doesn't have much cares in the world. She's cute, she looks like she could grow up to be a wife, a mother, someone who would be a good person and go to Heaven.

That's not a monster. Where are the claws? The big scary teeth? The awful lumpy body? How would this person hurt others.

Ha...

You hear the door swing open and Lawrence steps in.

Blanket, glass of juice, even a bowl of soup are balanced in his hands.

Stupid jerk.

What do you do?

>>134641
Drunkenly try to take a whiff at him.

>>134659
Also, Drunk Delilah is so cute.
except for the suicide part

>>134641
Bawl out some more apologies and a thank you.

Ask him why does put up with a monster like you?

>>134641
I wake up to you guys almost suiciding. BAAAAAAW

Admit to our almost self harm and just start crying and hug him

>>134641
Say nothing and just smile.

He really doesn't hate you, does he?

He actually cares...

>>134731
Seconding this.

"I don't actually look this pretty, you got it all wrong." You smile and put the board back. You're smiling but...it's not an actual smile, is it? It's a mask to hide what terrible thoughts you have.

You reach up to wipe your eyes clean and realize you're still holding your open knife.

"Ah...th-that's right...I had been thinking about...y'know..." You point the tip at your throat absentmindedly, your hand much steadier from earlier. You see Lawrence ready to pounce, to grab the knife away from you.

"I'm not gonna...that's too uh..." You return the blade into it's place and slip it away. "Too um...scary."
Exhaustion has you by it's teeth. You sit down, back against a desk.

"I think I need to sleep now..." Your head is buzzing. Lawrence sits in the chair in front of you. The glass and bowl are thrust at you.

That would be smart, but you need these first.

It's a little easier to read now then earlier. You take the glass first, drinking the sweet apple juice.

"Why?" You ask as you hold the still warm bowl next.

You don't want a hangover in the morning. You know what that is?

"Yeah, yeah I know what those are." You begin to spoon the soup into your mouth. The pork from earlier, everything tastes a bit off. That's just the alcohol though, isn't it?

It's already snowing outside. By the morning it should be high enough to reach the windows.

"Scary."

Maybe if you're short enough to get lost in it. He offers this one with a half grin.

...

Is he ever going to bring up what you did before? You hope not...it was certainly...something...

Awful. That's what it was.

You bite you lip.

"Why...do you put up with an awful person like me?..."

Lawrence takes time to think.

You're alone at this point. I am too. It's easier to be lonely together.

He wouldn't be alone if Michele was alive.

"What a sad reason..." You didn't mean for it to sound so condescending, it's still hard to control your words.

It's a sad story

"Yeah it is..." Your spoon clinks against the bottom of the bowl.

Is there anything else you need before you sleep?

>>134961
Mumble about affection.

"A... hug, maybe. I don't wanna... fall asleep alone..."

>>134961
>hug Lawrence tightly
>quietly cry into his shirt
>"C-Can we...d-do this again when I'm not...like this? D-Drunk...?"

>>135017
>>135019
Both of these please.

>>135017
>>135019
Voting

>>135148
Perhaps revenge isn't the answer. So far a lust for revenge hasn't gotten us anywhere, maybe we should put it aside for now.

AUGH HANG ON I WORDED THAT QUESTION WRONG

There's so much you want, there really is. It's almost selfish.

"I want to be able to have the picture finished."

You want to see how the pretty girl will look.

"I'm cold...I want warmth..."

You crave it. Enveloped, you want to be enveloped in it.

"I don't want to be alone."

You're tired of loneliness. It's boring, it tragic, it's suffocating.

"B-but I think most of all..."

Aha...now you're getting embarrassed. You hide your red face behind drunken fingers.

"I think I n-need a h-hug."

This is the first time you've ever asked for one. Father never needed to be asked, mother never was asked.

You feel him throw the blanket over your huddled body. He would be wary of getting close to you again, wouldn't he?

Lawrence sits himself next to you. You've been close enough today, you don't actually need your hu-

You're pulled in close. You hear a heart beat that isn't yours, feel breathing that doesn't belong to you, sharing space...your hands come up and pull yourself deeper into the warmth.

It's such a lovely feeling for such an unlovely girl.

You decide to pull it apart. Nice feelings can't last forever.

You do lean your head against him instead of the hard desk behind you. It's a struggle to keep your eyes open, but you feel like it's fine to let them drift shut now.

"I've...done something awful tonight..." As your eyes close, you look up at Lawrence. He's staring at the door, a look of concern on his face. His lips move, talking to himself.

'Me too'

You don't ask him what he said and allow yourself to fall asleep instead.

Of all the people who have hurt you, who do you feel is the most to blame?

>>135148
I say the guy at the sport supply store.
Our rage burns with the intensity of a thousand suns and I say Delilah should supplex him.

Or try to locate her daughter and tell her what his father does.

>>135191
Mom...

Everything that's gone wrong has been rooted in what she did.

fukkin hell damn fuck so professional aha all according to keikaku ;_; i'll roll with any previous answers if I need to

>>135198
>>135200

We obviously want revenge on the sporting goods store guy. He was the first one to betray us and to shatter our view of the outside world. At that moment, we thought that normal people aren't vile and cruel and everyone would at least try to help us. But he was the first one to break us.

But we can't blame him. We blame our mother. We blame her for killing our father, our only source of joy. We blame her for destroying our relationship with our grandma. We blame her for selling us to men that only wanted to take advantage of us. We blame her for everything bad that has happened to us up to this point. We blame her for breaking us, for turning us into a monster. Our mother... She turned us into the monster we are right now.

>>135198
Seconding.

...
There's such a fierce anger inside of you, from all of the people who have hurt you. All of them...just awful people...

Even that man, with a daughter at home, was able to look past your tears and pleads and continued to hurt you.

But...if you had to rank them...

Your mother is the worst of them all. She's the reason the floodgate was opened, that all of this was allowed to happen.

You know...you know that if you want to get your proper answers and any sort of closure...

You will need to go back to that awful apartment, where it all started.

You're going to have to knock on that door that kept you captive inside.

And you are going to have to see that awful woman again.

...

When you wake up, the light from outside is a filtered gray. The clouds must still be covering the sky...you wonder if it's still snowing. You notice that while most of your body is pleasantly warm...your toes are freezing. There's also a slight feeling of nausea, but nothing that you can't ignore. You start to move, but realize that if you do then Lawrence will fall over. You fell asleep against him but now it seems like the two of you are supporting each other.

The radio is on low, you can hear people talking on it...a morning show. It's probably early morning now. You can hear Lawrence still snoring next to you.
What do you do?

>>135314
Listen in to the show.

>>135314
Caress his cheek and thank him. Don't wake him, though. We can enjoy this human contact for a while longer...

>>135389
Seconding this

>>135314
Fuck being awake, this >>135389 and then close our eyes and nap a little longer. Lawrence will wake us back up when he's ready to move.

You decide to stay in place a bit longer. You tuck your feet in closer and listen to the voices coming from the radio. Two men are talking, something about politics it seems...something like receiving foreign aid...you don't understand any of it.
It might be best just to go back to sleep, you're going to be stuck inside all day anyways. Besides, its too warm under the blanket to get up, just like those mornings as a kid when you would try to stay in your warm cocoon of blankets for as long as possible.

You look up enough to see that Lawrence is still sleeping, which is fine as long as he doesn't end up accidentally crushing you. The hair on his chin has grown longer.

"You really need a trim..." You whisper, brushing the tip of your finger down the side of his jaw. Hopefully you don't sleep too much longer, but for now you can enjoy this. The only warmth you get at night has been from Buttercup, and her tiny body can only heat you up so much.

As you try to fall asleep, you begin to think.

How are you going to fill out your time today? You wonder about how long you are going to be stuck inside. If anything, the guys can probably venture out for supplies if needed. Claire's baby...is she really going to raise it in a place like this forever? Well...as long as it ends up healthy and happy. You remember hearing it make its weak noises...you hope it's warm enough now. If it's as close to Claire's body as you are right now...then it should be plenty warm.

You hear the click of the lock and the door push open.

Looking up you see Jessica pop in, she looks shocked and immediately closes the door. Your heart is beating fast, her sudden entrance scared you. Why did she run off so fast...?

What do you do now?

>>135543
Look in the mirror quickly and follow her.

>>135543
It must have been 2cute. Oh well can't get back to sleep now, let's got tell her good morning and see if there's anything we can help with while we're cooped up in here. Being involved in something will keep us from remembering how we embarrassed ourselves last night.

Check surroundings and ourselves for anything embarrassing.

Or try to keep asleep

>>135584
Wait, didn't we ripped our blouse and have our titties out?!

>>135543
... wait, did she think...

Try waking up Lawrence. Can't do much moving around before making sure he doesn't tumble over.

Give him a hug and a peck on the cheek. Thank him for the closeness and kindness.

... maybe your loneliness does bond you.

>>135607
Shhh. We have to discover that when we're able to stand up.

>>135622
>>135607
>>135543
Please Sue, I demand a sketch of this scene.

>>135607
She has a bra on

>>133376
>Your shaky hand reaches into your bra...

Oh right, she's probably been figuring out where you've been.
You reach up and pat Lawrence on the cheek, making him sit up.

"Morning." You say as you're allowed to get up now. Sitting in that position for so long as made your legs a bit sore, but you stretch it out. Your skirt is wrinkled now too, you attempt to smooth out the pleats but it will take an iron to get them proper. You feel a draft on your chest. Looking down you see that the top three buttons of your shirt were pulled apart from your little...'episode'...last night. You can get one of them closed but it looks like the other two are missing. You'll be able to sew new ones on easily, but for now you try to keep it shut. The work done to your hair is a mess now too, the new shortness will make it easier to brush through but it feels like its so much easier to get bedhead now.

As Lawrence stretches and is probably dealing with his own vodka induced nausea you grab your shoes, slipping them on. Before you dash off, you decide that you'll start the bullying today.

"I'll see ya later." You say as you bend down and press a swift light kiss on his forehead. "I gotta see what Jessica wanted."

You're quick to exit the room, before you can see his reaction. You're sure he'll get back at you for that later.
Down the hall you can see Jessica pacing back and forth, hands at her bright red cheeks. She spots you as you're walking down to her and she all but tackles you.

"What's up?" You ask in a strangely cool manner. "Why are you all...red and stuff?" Jessica's eyes glance from your face, down your body, and back up at you.

"Me?!" She asks this in a panic tone. "What the hell are you doing?"

"What do you mean?" You end this on a yawn, and this fuels Jessica further.

"L-look at you! I don't see you all night, and when I finally do find you it's sitting in an empty room with your shirt open and....and Lawrence all up on you asleep...! Your clothes are all a mess too...do you smell like liquor? What the hell?" She doesn't sound scolding but...

"What's the matter with that?" You're not fully awake yet, failing to understand the severity of the situation.

Jessica looks amazed that you could ask such a question. She speaks again, her voice full of a seriousness you've never heard from her before.

"What's he to you?"

>>135730
A good Samaritan. A guardian angel.

... our prince.

Don't comprehend the possible implications of what we say.

>>135730
"He...saved me. He's my friend."

But say it much more warmly, since a friend is something that means way more to us than usual.

Then maybe realize why Jessica is freaking out and put her at ease.

>>135730
I was his girlfriend last night ~~~

I... My... M-My... F-Friend... B-Best friend... ~

>>135759
Seconding.

>>135752
>>135759
Both of these.

"Lawrence? He's my..." You think about the words that would fit.

"He's saved me...I keep messing up and he keeps helping me..."

Your face starts to heat up, your fingers come up to touch your cheeks.

"He's my friend...he's like my...prince..." As the last word comes out a warm feeling rises up inside of you. A monster with a prince to keep saving her...isn't the wrong? But the thought of your own prince...

You can't stop the smile on your face and Jessica grabs your shoulders, practically shaking you.

"Hey! Focus! Friend! He is your F R I E N D! You don't hang out with a friend and walk out looking like you...you went for some wild...r-ride!" As you see the redness on Jessica's face, you click together what she saw.

"Y-you think he...? Ah! NO! I mean no, I did this to myself...my clothes I mean. I got...I got really upset last night...I got into some vodka and Lawrence was making sure I didn't get into any trouble..."

"V-vodka?! You drank? You're like....twelve!"

"I'm almost fourteen..."
"You're still younger then me! That means you're like twelve! I can't believe you did that just...you know what could have happened?"

"What?..."

Jessica looks you straight in the eyes as she speaks.

"Look, he's a good guy, he really is. But Lawrence is still a man. Just because he's a good guy doesn't mean he's always going to have the best intentions, y'know? He could have easily have taken advantage of the situation-"

"He could any of the other times I have been alone with him."

"Y-yeah but if you weren't sober-"

"You act like I haven't experienced this before. People haven't tried to do this, they have."

As you say this the grip Jessica has on you lets go. Your voice was stern, much more then you originally intended but...

You don't need a lecture on what you already know.

"I'm...I'm sorry...I just want you to be safe..." She sounds on the verge of tears.

"I know, I'm so-" Before you can apologize you can hear Lisa's voice calling for her.

"I-...I need to go help her...I'll see ya later..." Jessica turns and runs off. You are alone in the hallway.

What do you do?

>>135814
Congratulate ourselves silently for defending the Law's purity. He is the purest.

>>135827
Waifuism is the death of qsts. Do not fall for this trap Anon.

>>135940
you husbandoism

>>135940
oops i accidentally a word
you mean*

>>135814
we should probably clean ourselves up and stuff

>>135827
Oh yeah, I think we can safely say beyond any shadow of a doubt that Lawrence is to be trusted. He could have easily done something when we were drunk and alone, but he didn't. If someone really wanted to do something to us, they would try to do it even if we weren't incapacitated. Some of them even took care of that for us.

>>135814
Are we hungry for blood yet?

>>135949
>clean ourselves up

also this

>>135814
Also didn't Jessica have sex at like 13 or something too? Who the fuck is she to lecture us, that fucking bitch. S-she's just jealous because she can't have sex anymore without spreading her disease!

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>>135940
>>135944
>>135827
>implying I make waifubait
>implying THE LAW isn't a dirty virgin

>>135814
Best get cleaned up a bit, then see if there's any breakfast. Some bread and juice might suppress some of the nausea.

Marvel at the feeling of comfort human intimacy affords. Has it always been nice, or had we just been deprived of it for so long that... we'd forgotten?

>>135827
This too. The Law is strong and good, but we protected him this time.

... we should definitely tell Jessica that we get where she's coming from, though.

>>135827
This. Jessica's got some issues if she's wary of letting us be alone with Lawrence, of all people.

>>136032
NO.

NO.

no

Your mood feels much more somber now, but it would probably be best to get washed up and changed. It's pretty weird walking around in this skirt now. As you grab clothes and some warm water in a bottle, you can see Jessica busy with Lisa.
She seemed so upset but...you don't know...maybe later you should talk to her again. You take your stuff and go into a supply room. Carefully rubbing away the makeup and removing your nice clothes. Dressed in your much warmer and comfortable wear, you go back.

Breakfast sounds great, maybe it'll settle yourself. John makes you another peanut-butter sandwich, and while you really want juice you settle for water. Sitting down, you eat your sandwich and are greeted by Buttercup. Pulling off the corners you feed them to her little puppy mouth.

Once you're done you take a look at the shirt again, taking out your sewing kit. You need the button from the room to fit right, but for now the small translucent ones included with the kit will work. Easily you fixate the small button in place. It'll need ironing later and so will the skirt. For now you place them in your bag.

As you play with Buttercup, you focus on your body. You don't feel the need to feed yet...it would probably be easier to try the blood in the snow once you're actually in need.

...

You're glad that you experienced such closeness last night but...

That'll make it much harder to sleep alone, won't it?
What will you do now?

>>136181
Go see what Aria and Mable are up to

>>136181
Dig blood up.
Snow is getting thicker.

>>136181
Hm. I know I'm not really a regular voter, but I've been following this quest for a bit. Just wanted to put my vote onto the 'I hope she's a growing vampire' pile. This comes with the caveat she retains some control over herself when she finally matures, so to speak.

All these anons not noticing that Lawrence is a pedophile (as opposed to a child molester).

>>136236
>implying it's not him wanting a little sister

Just like my late 80's/early 90's Japanese animes!

I have no idea whats going on here, I saw the first thread when it started but never kept up beyond the first few posts after Delilah got raped or something, and I recently started coming in just for the cute drawings of her since she's adorable but from what I've picked up the story is she's like, a fuckin' vampire or something? and we're in some kind of storm shelter? I don't even know, I think she got drunk or something, I'm so confused, all I know for sure is the OP's name makes me think of Johnny Cash. You guys keep doing whatever crazy shit you're doing here and making cute drawings, I'll try and catch up when that 'story so far' pastebin is cleaned up.

>>136292
I think we THINK she's a vampire but no one is sure.

>>136233
I mean yea I'd imagine a mature vampire would be able to control themselves. Otherwise how would you explain Delilah still being alive after having been bit by some other vampire from before?

>>136236
I was going to bring this up but I like Lawrence and he hasn't actually done anything to Delilah yet. Also age limits on sex are arbitrary. In some European countries you can start having sex at like 14 or some shit

You look out the window...the snow is piling up higher. If it gets too high you might have trouble finding your buried box of blood...hopefully the cover of the tree will keep it from being too deep.

If it keeps snowing you might have to pull it out early...in that case you might have to force yourself to try it early. Gross...

You push it out of mind and decide to look for Mabel and Aria. Talking to them might be a nice change of pace...

Sitting in a chair is Mabel, hair pulled behind her ear.

As you approach she looks up at you.

"What's up chick?" You notice that the earrings she usually wear are missing.

"I was just bored...I hope I'm nothing bothering you..."

"Nah, this might be exciting for you to watch actually." She grins as Aria comes back, latex gloves on.

"W-what are you guys doing?" You eye a needle in Aria's hand.

"Boredom, boutta take care of that." She grins more as Aria rubs an alcohol pad over her ear.

"She thinks she needs a third piercing on this ear." Aria explains.

You have a set of piercings, but just the 'normal' kind. You don't remember what they felt like since you got them as a baby, but this looks...painful.

Watching, you see Aria position the needle on a section of Mabel's ear and push in suddenly. Mabel flinches but only a bit, and Aria begins cleaning the area.

"Not so bad." Mabel feels the area and then looks at you.

"You ever think about doing something like this?"

>>136181
Consider later asking Lawrence if he'd mind sleeping with us again.

... next to us.

For now we should see if we can't be useful somewhere.

>>136468
No thanks

Don't want them seeing our black blood and getting worried or freaked out

>>136468
N... maybe a little, once or twice, but even the thought seemed too painful.

... but if the cool girls can do it?

>>136468
No.
If we get our ear pierced then someone might see our blood.

>>136499
>>136600
T-too much iron in the blood, that's all.

"I uh...I never really thought about it..."

Aria pushes a stud into the newly made hole. Part of you wants to try, to be adventurous...

But your blood might freak them out.

A bit of disappointment in your voice, you add on.

"I don't think I'm ready for that..."

"Eh, understandable. Maybe one day you'll wanna walk on the cool side." Mabel sticks her tongue at you.

Bully...

Aria swats her shoulder. "Be nice Mabel!"

"So how was last night?" Aria looks at you as she finishes cleaning Mabel's ear.

"I-it was fine...thanks for the help."

"It's no problem, I love doing that kinda stuff!"

Before you can find something else to do, Aria pulls something out of her pocket.

"Here, I decided these are your colors. You can practice on your own now!" Aria hands you a tube of pink lipstick and eyeliner.

"Thank you..." You say goodbye to the two and look around. You see Lawrence and decide to ask him if there's anything you should do, but he quickly walks away from you.

Instead of chasing after him you stop. You see Jessica sitting with the kids as they play a board game.

What do you do now?

>>136694
Go join them I guess

>>136694
>You see Lawrence and decide to ask him if there's anything you should do, but he quickly walks away from you.
kek, maybe he's afraid of being called a pedo

>>136694
Join them, ask if there's anything we can do because we're bored of sitting around.

>>136236
I read back a little and you might be on to something

>>136694
Lawrence is probably embarrassed about the whole vodka fiasco, let's let him be for now an try to work things out with Jessica

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>>136694
Lawrence probably needs some time to think after last night. Maybe he thinks something... inappropriate, like... sex inappropriate, happened. Or he's embarrassed about the vodka.

Let's join Jessica and the kids. We can tell her we know she's worried and know where she's coming from. How we're still... generally worried about other men.

>>136694

We need to stop flirting with Lawrence, it might conflict him and actually make him distant from us. He is our friend, our guardian, our protector and our family. We need to be careful not to give him the wrong impression.

I think Jessica has a slight thing for us, going beyond friendliness. We should divest some of our harmless flirting energy to her, see how her cut is, etc.

Also, with revenge earlier, the man who raped us from the outdoorsman shop, he should be forced to watch his daughter be defiled in the same way he defiled us.

Is it nearly the weekend yet? We should introduce Lawrence to the strippers who helped us, what feels like a lifetime ago. Hopefully they don't read the news, they were so nice to us...

>>136927
I doubt Lawrence had enough to get blackout drunk as he was still functioning enough to get us some food and drink and generally talking care of use before sleeping. Also he's a big guy.

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>>136939
So, uhm. Who is gonna defile the daughter who is innocent and Delilah pre-outdoorsman? You think this one through bud?

>>136891
sue what are you doing

>>136975
Putting off writing

>>136983
Stop it

>>136891
Sue please, my sides.
Stahp.

You hope you don't make it too weird...
You go and sit down with Jessica, she's helping them play something with dice. She doesn't look up at you when you come, but she does say hello. You watch as the kids start playing, it looks like she's just observing.

"I um...didn't mean to sound so mad at you earlier..." You decide that it will be fine to talk here.

"Me either..."

"I just...I'm kinda in this weird spot..."

Jessica smiles a bit and puts words to some of the thoughts you've had.

"You feel stuck, don't ya? Between like...an adult and a kid, right?"

"Kinda yeah...I feel like there's a lot I should be able to do on my own already but...then I feel lost and like...I have to have my hand held..."

"That's normal though. I mean, I still get like that. But doncha tell no one, I gotta seem cool." She grins and you can't help but return it. Jessica's face falls back to worried though.

"And I just...got scared. I was worried that you were being hurt again..." She looks down at her feet. "Even if it wasn't someone older like that...guys like to say and do stuff to make you think they like you, but really they just want...they want 'that'."

You nod to show that you understand and continue to watch the kids.

What would you like to talk to her about?

>>136943
>he's a big guy
for Sue

>>136939
Getting in a relationship with Jessica is just asking to be infected with flesh eating shit. Also why not just kill the shopkeep and the foreigner and be done with it? And Lawrence probably doesn't want a soulless fling with strippers

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>>137040
Talk to her about holding hands.

>>137040
Nudge her and smile. Thank her for caring.

Ask her how the cut is doing.

>>137040
Oh yeah ask about her finger

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>>137074
L-lewd

>>137104
This

>>137040
Also,

>but really they just want... they want 'that'.

Sounds like Jessica has some problems of her own

>>137147
she explained it earlier

>>137154
Oh. Right. I'm dumb.

>>137162
I forgive you.

>>137040
>guys like to say and do stuff to make you think they like you, but really they just want...they want 'that'.

Yeeeeah, much as I like Jessica in general, her projecting is getting a little old. She's coming across less like she's worried and more like she's just a little sexist.

Not that I think it should stop, since it's part of her character. I won't be surprised if Delilah picks up on it and gets annoyed, though.

>What would you like to talk to her about?

Thank her for worrying, but tell her Lawrence isn't like that. Stick to our guns and stick up for him.

>>137188
Got to agree with you here Anon, the idea of Law (a man who has apparently never even had sex) abusing Delilah is somewhat ridiculous. Especially since he's had plenty of opportunities to do so and still hasn't.

>>137188
>>137226
anon's pls
Jessica has had a shit lot in life and is just doesn't want to see Delilah deal with the same shit

>>137235
Too fucking late
I still say Jessica's just jealous because she can't do "it" anymore

>>137235
Oh, it's understandable why she's projecting her biases onto someone who doesn't deserve it. Someone who went through what she did would probably do the same.

I'm not saying it's bad writing or that Sue should have her suddenly stop. I'm just calling it what it is.

"Thanks...for caring, you know?" You smile at her and get one back.

It's a weird feeling...having people care about your well being again. You start to feel like you need to take better care of yourself, if just for the sake of not making the people around you sad.

"Did your finger get any better?..." You decide to switch to something lighter.

"Ah! I didn't even look!" You lean in as she removes her bandage.

"..."

"Uh...it doesn't look much different from yesterday...does it?"

"I don't think so..." Jessica wiggles her finger as she says this. There's light scabbing but for something that small...wouldn't it be healed already if your spit did work?..

"Maybe it doesn't work anymore..."

"Nah maybe I'm broken." Jessica replaces her band-aid. "Thanks for trying, how did you think it worked like that anyways?"

"I uh...I licked a cut Lawrence had..." You see her look darken and you quickly add in, "It was when he let me...you know...feed. He had this cut, a bad one...and so I um...you know...from it...and it ended up healing right away."

"Jeez that's scary...maybe you need to find a way to try it out on like...another person.:

"Maybe..."

"Well...if it makes you feel any better...if I wasn't sick then I'd offer you a meal."

You both smile and watch the kids for a bit. You remember Lawrence walking away from you.

"Hey...did you talk to him..?"

"Lawrence? No...well..."

She looks away a bit before continuing.

"I...I didn't yell at him or nothing. I just asked him...to continue treating you nicely...that you deserve it...but that's all! I didn't scold him!" She scratches her cheek.

"And I mean...it's...it's not like I assumed he had...you know...with you...but I guess it was just like...mother bear instincts. Well...after I ran away like a little kid. Law is a good guy, I know that, don't think I don't..."

She puffs her cheek.

"Except for the fact that bastard owes me $20..." You laugh a bit at this, but still...why did he avoid you?...

What do you do now?

>>137302
Go ask the man himself

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>>137302
>"Well...if it makes you feel any better...if I wasn't sick then I'd offer you a meal."
N-no way, I-I mean we couldn't...

Lets go and talk with Law, assure him that we talked with Jessica and everything is OK, and that he better not ignore us or else we'll bully him relentlessly!

>>137302
Talk to the Law Man

>>137302
Give him a little more time.

We really should introduce Sam to our... affliction. As the only one with any real medical experience, not to mention unusual experiences from Vietnam, he may have useful insights.

>>137302
Kiss Jessica on the cheek as a token of our appreciation.

Maybe Delilah isn't sure about the complete meaning of kisses.
Make Jessica turn cherry red to confirm... lesbian thoughts

>>137423
Anon, I appreciate /u/r vigor but Jessica is confirmed straight and clearly a big sister to Delilah

>>137423
I'm pretty sure she understands the full meaning of kisses, anon. She understood that Jessica thought she and Law had had sex. Let's try not forcing romance, yeah?

>>137302
"Okay...okay, good."

Feel relieved that Jessica seems to understand that Lawrence is a good guy, then maybe go talk to him again, now that we're sober.

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>>137440
>>137465
I just want some... FORBIDDEN LOVE

By the way, are we completely straight?

>>137525
Probably. We got a funny feeling from looking at Lawrence's magazines, but that's due to us being thirteen and Delilah.

You tell Jessica you will see her later and get up.

Looking around you see that Law is talking with John...maybe it would be best to try and speak to him when he's not busy. You don't want to accidentally get him in trouble, and it seems like your 'secret' is safe with Jessica. Well...another secret now.

How long can you keep your...'condition'...hidden? You can't feed from Jessica and Lawrence would need time to recover if your pig blood doesn't work...

You look up and see that Sam is reading with Marilyn. You approach them and both of them greet you warmly.

"And what can I do for you?"

"I uh...have a question for you as a...patient."

"Ah, I see. Alright Lyn, scoot! Patient confidentiality!" He scoots Marilyn off his lap, she pouts but does as she's told.

"Alrighty, what seems to be the problem then? It's not about your blood, is it?"

What do you tell him?

>>137577
Fuck it
give him the full scoop
the bite, the thirst, the withdraws
all of it

>>137577
Everything we told Jessica.

Say he can probably talk to the Law about it.

And then realize we called Lawrence 'The Law' and start embarrassed panic stammering.

>>137587
Seconding this.

>>137577
It's probably not, no.

It's more... other people's blood...

The >>137587

Admit that it sounds crazy.

>>137623
>>137615
>>137587
Oooooh this is gonna be risky but let's do it

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>>137749
I'm mad at Sue for not giving me pic related.

You sit down in the chair in front of him.
"It might be...kinda..."

You make sure there is no one else around before speaking.

"Sam...you told me that story of the boy that...that tried to eat other people..."

"I did, it spook ya?"

"N-no...I've been living it. Uh...kinda..." You bite your lip.

"Ever since I've found this weird...I think its a bite...on my stomach I have had these weird...desires...and they don't go away till I drink..." You trail off the last word before continuing.

"I hate it though! It's...it's terrible...but then if I keep from doing it my body is in terrible...terrible pain...but then when I give in...I'm scared of it and I don't know what to do."

You wait to see Sam's reaction.

"Now..." He sounds so...stern. "You aren't pulling my leg, are you?"

"No sir."

"You're telling me you're sick, like that boy was?"

"I ...well yes...but not like he was. I haven't hurt anyone..."
You decide to leave out the part with Lawrence in the basement.

Sam is deep in thought as you say this.

"Now...if I hadn't experienced this first hand...I'd say you was crazy...I still think you are. And I wouldn't be trustin' of a crazy person, specially around my girl..."

You brace yourself for his words.

"But you haven't given me a reason to not trust you yet. If what you say is true then I'm going to have to keep an eye on ya...but I won't leave you hanging neither. Can I see this bite?"

"I uh...I would have to take off my pants I think to show you..."

"You can show me later then, but for now..." Sam thinks some more.

"Well...I won't say for sure yet...but I'll tell you what. Lemme see my 'guy' in a few days and see if I can dig around for any information on this kinda thing. If there's any information, it's nothing you're gonna find in an official medical book..."

He eyes you carefully.

"You're not gonna go around attacking people...are ya?"

"No sir."

"Because you know what I did to that boy."

"Y-yes sir..."

"Alright then. I'll look into your situation."

"Thank you."

"And don't you go tellin' Lyn."

"Of course."
You thank Sam and walk away. You see John and it seems like Lawrence has gone off else where.
What do you do?

>>137762
Wait until Sam gets the information.

Also more shenanigans with the Law.

>>137762
Go find that big jerk and tell him that we told Sam about our blood lust

>>137762
Track down Lawrence so we can talk about last night. Leaving it... unresolved feels wrong. Plus we can mention that we told Sam about our... weird blood thing and he'd look into it.

Only so many places he could've gone, anyway. We'll ask John if we have to.

>>137762
Find Lawrence, try to work things out with him.

>>137774
>>137784
>>137797
>>137868
All of this.

You decide to help cut down time and ask John where Lawrence has gone.
"Lessee...the big guy went up stairs. I think he was going to go see what was on the second floor. If you go up, be careful missy. Don't need you fallin' through the floorboards."

You thank him and go to find the stairwell. It's dusty, but you can see a few footprints going up and down it. You add yours to the mix as you climb up, watching out for cobwebs. There's signs of graffiti up here, but you don't understand any of it.

Down the halls, trying each door. Just like the first floor most of these are either locked or jammed. As you go to the next one, you see a hole in the floor. Carefully you inch around it before continuing your search.

A window in the hallway allows just enough of the winter light, and as you glance out of it you can see the tree. It's weird knowing that you have blood out there...waiting for you...

You continue on. Down the hall you make your way, finally finding a door that will let you through, only since it is already cracked open. Slowly you push it in and look through. It looks like it's a classroom that's never been cleaned up, the desks and chairs still sprawled out. With his back towards you sits Lawrence, hunched over and his head in his hands. Even though he doesn't know you're here...

The situation feels tense.

What do you do?

>>138075
Knock and call out. Ask if he's okay, genuinely concerned.

>>138075
Also, as a small talk starter, ask him about the classroom.

h u g him

>>138075
Knock and then tell him that we're a little concerned and we want to know if he's feeling OK. It probably wouldn't be a good idea to hug onto him right now, so we should just retrieve a chair and sit down after we ask. If he needs to say something he will, and if he'd rather not then he won't. We'll just be there if he does have something he needs to say.

Despite the door being open you decide to knock.
"It's me..." As soon as you speak Lawrence jumps up, distress etched to his face. He looks at you then behind you at the door way.

"I'm uh...I'm alone..."

He looks a bit relieved but worry on his face remains. He slides back into the chair, hand at his head.

You aren't really sure how to start this so you just meander around the classroom.

"It looks like they forgot this one...or maybe they were using it right till they closed..." You walk towards the window. From here you can see the front gate and street, all blanketed in a thick snow. There's no noise from behind you, so you try to carry the conversation.

"Maybe when the snow is stopped for sure we can go out, looking for stuff...I know it's probably impossible but it would be neat if I could find a Walkman. I've always wanted one but I never got the chance to get it, I heard that the ones that play those discs are getting popular. The uh...oh the CD's! Can you believe it? I wonder if they'll really push out cassettes..." You rambling and Lawrence isn't reacting to any of it.

You come back and sit in a seat by him. You offer a smile.

"It's kinda like being back in class...well I didn't go to high school...and I guess you would be more like the teacher..." Hmm...smooth.

You don't say anything else and just swing your legs in the chair a bit.

"I just wanted to know if you were okay...you kinda ran away from my earlier and I was worried I did something wrong..."

There's silence once again, but it is followed by the sound of writing.

What would I have to do for you to hate me?

>>138329
"I...I guess you'd have to...hurt me the way that man in the store did...the way my mother let me be hurt...b-but I don't think you'd ever do that, s-so I don't think I'll ever hate you."

>>138329
Oh boy.

Erm.

>I've done so many bad things to you I'm not sure you could do anything that would...

>>138364
I like that one. That probably fits better than what I wrote.

>>138329
wat
Lawrence you are our rock, you saved us from whatever fate those Germans had planned for us, gave us a place to stay, people that cared about us and an actual chance to survive, and stayed with us no matter how hard we've fucked up, no matter that we are a monster, no matter that we almost fucking killed you. We can't hate you man.

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>>138382
Yeah, fuck those goddamn Nazis!

>>138364
This BUT combined with >>138357
Rape would kill our trust fast as an eyeblink, I feel.

>>138329
>Law
>Doing a bad ever.
He'd have to do something completely horrible and out of character to harm our trust in him.

You wring your hands as you think about your answer.

"I don't think there's really anything you can do now that would make me hate you..." You look down and away.

"I mean...except for...for that..." Your hand clings to your stomach.

"If y-you...tried to hurt me like those guys d-did...or my m-mother..." You bite your lip and look back up.

"But I don't think you could ever do anything like that, so I don't think there's anything you could do that would make me hate you."

You're thrown back when you meet Lawrence with eye contact. His dark eyes are locked with yours, a serious yet desolate expression reflecting back at you. He breaks it with a grin and a chuckle, but you can tell they aren't happy in the slightest.

You say that, but I bet I've done something that will make you upset.

"Like what?"

Maybe I'll tell you later.

His face is in a crooked smirk, but his eyes and body does not match it.

"Why were you avoiding me earlier?" You decide to test the waters.

You know how weird it must look for a guy to be all alone with a girl like you constantly?

"I...well maybe but you're a good guy. Everyone here knows that!"

Do you think Roger thought that in the alley?

You feel a little a bit at unease by this, and you're unable to come up with a satisfying answer.

What about the woman, in that store? When you asked me for help? Think she knew I was a 'good guy' when I nearly caved her face in?

They are only words, but it feels like you can hear the anger and agitated voice in them.

"I...th-that was different..."

What about the guy I told you about? Am I a good guy for putting him in a wheelchair for the rest of his life? After he started getting his own life together?

You have no idea how to handle this situation right now. Lawrence's shoulders rise and fall as silent snickers come out...you know the laughter isn't for real...it seems more like a nervous habit.
What do you do?

>>138526
>So you've fucked up, everyone has, even me, especially me, but you've gotta keep going, keeping moving forward, don't let it hold you down and just try to be better. You taught me that. And if you can look past all the times I've screwed up, the least I can do is the same for you.
Or something to that effect.

also hug

>>138583
add on some "Whatever you did, I'll be here for you! I believe in you Lawrence!" then hug combos

>>138526
"You might have hurt some people, but you helped me when I needed it. You might have done some bad things, but you've done good things too."
Everybody makes mistakes, you've only really fucked it when you don't try and make up for them.

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>>138526
"You haven't raped me yet so...10/10"

>>138526
"If you're a bad person, then so am I. We try to do what's right, and we try to keep each other safe. If we're bad people, then at least we're bad together. N-Now what did you do that will make me upset? I wanna know so I can smack you once and get it over with! I-I'll just worry about it if you leave me hanging..."

>>138734
If you want to tell me, I'll listen or read rather.

You fucked up again Sue

>>138734
>>138728
Just apply this as a response to the latest post.

"Y-you're still a good guy! I mean...good people make bad mistakes sometimes, right? You've only helped me so far! And a-after everything I have done too! You can't keep looking at your mistakes...you need to keep moving on!" You feel like you're cheering him on at this point. "A-and no matter what happens, I'll be there to make sure you're okay! I'll be there for you!"
You earn a scoff at this before you get the response.

How do you know I'm not a bad guy who's done some good things?

"B-because! Because...um...y-you've helped me..." You're struggling.

I heard what you told Jessica in the hallway. I know what she thought.

"I explained it to her though! I told her what had happened, it's fine now!"

And what about next time? And the time after that? Are you going to keep on trying to defend me?

"If I need to, then I will! Against anything I can!"

And if I'm a bad guy?

"I...I will even then! You've helped me so much...a bad person can become good if they do good things...right?..."

You think I can be your 'prince'

Your face heats up so quickly.

"I meant that cause you've been there, catching me when I fall and a-all of that!"

It looks like any of the previous light in his face has gone.

Do you want to know why I think you'll hate me? Do you want to know why? Or would you prefer just living your little fantasy out?

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>>138734
Lawrence, buddy friendo pal boyo...
I don't like where this is going.

>>138758
No i didnt shut up ;_;

>>138771
My vote remains the same, no matter how many times you delete!

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>>138771
THE LAW: I'm gay.

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Gonna shower first then update, so take this nice lil sketch for now.

>>138799
Thanks for the diabetes you fucker.

>>138803
^^^^^

>>138771

Whatever you did I'll think worse of you if you don't tell me!

To be quite frank, at this point, I'm automatically expecting the worst. He's a serial pedophile, rapist, killed his wife and kids, cannibal, something like that, I dunno- I've stopped worrying, honestly. As far as I'm concerned, as long as he hasn't done wrong by US, then I'm cool with him. Simple as that.

>>138838
I'm pretty sure Sue is gonna say he got us drunk so he could rape us without knowing and he's acting all weird because he feels bad about it and he's worried someone will find out

>>138855
That or...

He's homosex

>>138860
pls no

>>138855
Yeah, but at this point I'm like... 'Okay, but did you actually DO it or what? If not, we cool.'

I officially have stopped caring about the details.

>>138871
Anon, embrace the gay

Lawrence being a conflicted person who doesn't always make the best decisions is fine. Having him turn out to be a serial rapist or having him secretly creep on us would be really dumb. There's been nothing so far fo indicate that he's anything but an awkward but ultimately decent guy who's trying to make up for his past mistakes.

This quest is in a good place, quality-wise, Sue. Please don't ruin it by making the person who has given us the most and best opportunities for character growth into yet another person who hurt us because drama.

Damn niggas I was just tryna get clean

>>138933
I honestly think that's what's gonna happen, or something similar. He was talking about how much he enjoyed making characters suffer and how he liked all the drama and that sorta thing. That plus that whole 'meeting like 3 rapists near back-to-back-to-back' thing kinda made me go 'Welp, this is probably gonna be one of those misery porn quests in due time. Can't wait until the girl finally stops taking shit and starts eatin' fools.'

I feel no pity for anyone who crosses us. If the choice is 'get raped and abused' or 'become a nightstalking murderer who feasts on the wicked', then fuck it, THE BLOOD IS THE LIFE.

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>>139014
Sue, you tha cleanest nigga I know, tha cleanest nigga.
DON'T
FUCK
THIS
UP!!!

>>139017
Wwll, hopefully it doesn't. That's significantly less interesting than what we have going on right now.

That, and I honestly don't care nearly as much about the rest of the cast as I do about Delilah and Lawrence. Jessica is okay, but she's a distant third compared to those two. They have a good dynamic going, and if that goes away, there really isn't much else about this quest that would make me want to stick around.

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Holy shit the pressure is on for Sue now.

>>139069
Pretty much, yeah. Lawrence as he is is pretty much the best thing to happen in this quest so far.