Douglas, Penelope – Corrupt

When she was around, she made everything small, and all I could see was her.

GOD, WHAT WAS SHE DOING TO ME?

Did she really think she was just a stupid kid? Did she really not see how every fucking person in Thunder Bay adored her?

who cared if the house was falling apart as long as it was pretty, right?

I wanted to get into a little trouble. I wanted to catch some rain, find something that made my heart pump again, and I wanted to know what it was like to not have anyone to grab onto.

I needed to know what I was made of. I needed to know if I had a leg to stand on without the umbrella of my family name, the support of others having my back, or Trevor’s constant hovering. If I went to a new city, with new people who didn’t know my family, would they even give me the time of day? Would they even like me?

certainly more inspiring from a distance. Most things were, I’d come to realize.

The closer you got to anything beautiful, the less beautiful it became. Allure was in the mystery, not the appearance

Only I wasn’t alone.

And the best part? She didn’t know that we knew. She didn’t know that we were coming for her

Damon Torrance, Kai Mori, Will Grayson III, and—I locked my gaze on the blood red mask covering the face of the one always in the lead a little more than the others—Michael Crist

They were here. The Four Horsemen.

They were Thunder Bay’s favorite sons, and they’d gone to high school here, graduating when I was a freshman. All four went on to separate universities afterward.

They were back. But why? They’d already graduated—more than a year ago, so why now