When Mattie arrived home her glamorous house was basked in cool twilight. Walter was sat by the door silently, a look of deep of worry plastered on his face. His shadowy hair sticking up in all angles. His sky coloured suit crumpled beyond repair.
Upon Mattie's arrival Walter stood up accusingly.
"Where have you been?!" Interrogated Walter.
"I..." Babbled Mattie.
"It doesn't matter, as long as you're okay." He declared as he wrapped his arms around her protectively. "I was worried."
Mattie looked up at Walter. He looked down at her with love in his eyes. However on second glance she saw something else. He didn't look at her like August looked at Marilyn, he looked at her like she was his his possession. The look in his eyes was that he owned her.
THOUGHT I'D DO ANOTHER CHAPTER AS I HAD WIFI SORRY ITS SHORT IM STILL ON HOLIDAY OKAY ILY BYES
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Chapter title: Mortal Instruments Cassandra Clare
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The Beautiful and the Corrupt
RomanceIt's 1920's New York, Wall Street is booming the jazz age has just begun. But they have never heard the whispers in the corners of parties or the darkness of downtown New York. They're ignorant to what is coming.
