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The lights are bright as she moves with the music; her fingers clutch the mic stand as she screams into the microphone that smells distinctly of stale beer and cigarette smoke. The words seem to pour from her soul as she sings a story of the young woman she used to be, the one who gave up her voice to please a man she believed loved her. A girl who tried to lie to herself about the bruises and slaps, and always believed his lies. The one who a year ago, on this very stage, in this very bar, got dragged down off the stage, her head slamming on the smooth wood floor of the stage with a "Smack"  by that very man who her drummer nearly beat to de

It's that smile that makes her heart do flips, when they're  cuddled up on the couch together, her watching tv, him reading his books, and she turns her head up from where she's using his leg as a pillow, and he looks down from his book to smile at her, it's that smile right there, that makes her world keep turning.

Childhood for Loraine was hell, a dark place, full of scars and screams, lies and limps, blood and tears. Childhood was laying in a bed with her younger brother at three am, calming him down from nightmares that she doubted they would ever escape. holding a baby girl in the super market, old woman muttering to them selves. apparently it's not right for twelve year old girls to carry around two year old babies. she knew what they thought, and honestly she was to damn tired to care. Childhood is hiding out at the park after school until dark, praying that when they went home SHE would be in a good mood, either that or at one of HER