Post by CORA LYNN WILLIAMS on Feb 24, 2013 20:46:01 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 400px; background-image: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/ngx4hu.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 220px 220px 0px 0px; border: 0px solid #414141;] cora lynn williams 20 | 2011 | female | murder | amber heard I like to imagine I died because he fucked me so hard, it was too much pleasure to experience in this world, but it didn't happen that way... It had always been Kyle, Sean, and Cora. We were the golden trio of New England. How could anyone refuse us? Three gorgeous, charming, well-spoken, young adults. It might have been the gold running through our veins, that made us powerful, but I used to tell myself it was the way I spoke. Money was never enough for Sean... I could never understand that. I still don't. It was something about him not wanting to be around just to make someone else rich with his genes. A bunch of hogwash, I know, I completely agree. But in a way... Sean's loathing of his bloodline made him all the more intriguing though. It made sense that Sean was the kind one. Always willing to share and give anyone anything he could offer them, a trait his parents could not stand. Kyle was more into himself. He was harsh to those he didn't know, and only really liked to share bad hook-up stories and drugs. Look at me... speaking in the past.... The blokes are both still alive dolls, no need to worry. Back to Kyle? Right. Kyle is brilliant and handsome, and perfect in every way. The way he sighs, and blows smoke out of his beautiful lips, it's enough to make a girl cum on contact. For the majority of my short-lived life, the three of us remained the closest of friends. I could tell my boys anything, just like I could be sure they would do the same. The night I lost my virginity I nearly sprinted to Sean's penthouse, where we then dialed in Kyle of course, who of course just sighed, and rolled his eyes, I imagine. Even rolling his eyes or pouting he was beautiful. Honestly Kyle should've been a male model, but he was against "homo practices" as he called it. Whenever our biological families weren't enough for us, we had each other. Even when I started experimenting with some questionable substances during high school, they stayed loyal to me. That's what friends were for right? What's wrong with a bit of coke to get a girl through the day. My mother used to use back when she was a model. In fact... I think she's still using to this day. Regardless, the bitch threw me into a rehabilitation clinic. I got through the first clinic by bribing the orderlies to buy me cigarettes. My mother came by to pick me up from the weird hippie hugging ceremony to celebrate my release from that god forsaken prison.... Good lord it was awful! It wasn't so awful thanks to Sean and Kyle's frequent visits. I knew it was Sean's doings. Sean should've been the one I fell for in the end of all of this. Reflecting on all of this now makes me dream if it would have been Sean and I. I could see him coming to visit me in rehab constantly, and begging me to stop drinking, or some other new found addiction for the sake of our children. It would've been Sean. I wouldn't be here if it would've been Sean. I suppose every family had a secret... but in a family like mine... I SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN THAT SECRET! Anyways, while i was enduring my second round of "recovery" all hell broke loose. This time it was because of excessive drinking. I was caught drunk driving... I wasn't even drunk. I just had a few drinks. It was a party... The cop that pulled me over just needed to get laid. I could've even taken care of that for him. I'd never slept with a cop before, it would've been an adventure! I thought sleeping with Kyle would be an adventure too... We were just two best friends, horny after taking a few too many puffs, when our lips touched in the most delicious moment. I'd kissed Kyle before this, but there was something different with the movement of his lips against mind, and the way our tongues touched, and the way our bodies touched, and clenched around one another. It was all fun and games until someone falls... And that person was me. I'd fallen for my best friend. Fallen was just a mild term too. It was like i was addicted to the taste of his skin, and his touch, and his breath against my neck. Addicted to my best friend... Now there's a nice episode of MTV's true life waiting to come out. It was sort of disgusting in a way. Almost like incest, but it wasn't, because to Kyle it was just sex. Because it was... only sex. But only he could make me feel the amazing feeling i felt when i was screaming out his name underneath him. When he came to visit me at rehab, he just fed another addiction. One day when he came to visit me there was a different look in his eyes. It was a look of emptiness, and loneliness almost. I didn't understand how he could be lonely, and then he told me there was a girl.... who he was in love with, but she'd left him. This same girl that was his apparent girlfriend was my roommate. Small world? Yah... This girl was fucking physco. And when I say physco... I mean, talking to walls thinking it's a person, forgetting simple memories and thinking they're dreams. This girl was fucking crazy! I used to have to listen to her talk about Wuthering heights in her sleep. Who the fuck does that, that isn't crazy!?!? Please tell me that much, but Kyle was in love with this girl... My Kyle! Something must have been wrong with his head too! After I got out of that clinic, I of course headed straight to Boston, where Kyle had suddenly moved to be with his crazy girlfriend. They were in some sort of club, slash, secret society together. It was all rather interesting, so i said, "What the hell, why not?", and signed my name on the dotted line. I didn't really have too much of a plan to bring one of my boys home to me, I just planned on it happening. I needed it to happen. Without Kyle, the trio (now duo) was too sweet. It needed the harshness Kyle pounded into it. It didn't take long to make a friend of that little doe-eyed slut. Suddenly now they were engaged too?!?! What the fucking hell was wrong with the world?! Clara was the broad's name. She was a sweet naive girl. I honestly would've had guilt for putting her through all this craziness, if she wasn't the one thing standing in the way of the love of my life. He used to love me. Even if he didn't anymore, he did love me. I saw they way he used to look at me. We could've just gone back to those days, but apparently that wasn't possible... Oh well. Sometimes the hard way is more fun than the easy way. It started to get too difficult, and I started to hate myself for getting involved in such a malicious scheme in the first place. But I hated Kyle even more. If I could hurt his precious little Clara, then I could end up hurting him as well. After doing a bit of digging, I discovered Clara and her father weren't on the best of terms. So that's were I dug my next tunnel to, and buried my schemes there. Oliver... he was a bad man, but he loved me. In fact, he told me countless times about how much he admired my scheming. He was dying though... Ew, and knew I would someday find someone else after his departure. He proposed to me, so i would inherit his estate, and as I said "yes", he asked me if there was anything else I could ever wish for. To this question I replied, "Kyle Calder's head,". Oliver was a clever man, he simply told Kyle that if he didn't stop seeing Clara, he'd kill the both of them. It was a brilliant plan. The night Kyle brought up with Clara, the plan started to spoil a bit, as Kyle marched up the steps to that beautifully decorated estate. I remember lying in bed with Oliver that night, as he watched me touch myself and then we both fell asleep only to be woken by a mad man with some kind of syringe, injecting my fiance with it, before he injected me with it. My vision and hearing became cloudier and cloudier, as Kyle continued to spit at me and call me names I couldn't make out. I like to imagine he finally came back to me that night, after I took Clara out of the equation. But instead i was injected with a different drug.... And it wasn't as the first drug that Kyle injected me with, that I was so addicted to... laurel | 16 | 3-4 years | detroit |
