Blood Lines
I never thought I’d be begging my mom for money—not like this. The debt’s closing in, David’s goons broke my door last night, and now I’m staring at eviction or worse. Mom lost her job weeks ago. We’re barely eating. Then Uncle Trevor calls, offering shelter at Grandpa Arthur’s mansion. It’s a lifeline. But since we moved in, something’s off. The way Arthur looks at Mom… the brush of his hand when he passes her coffee. I tell myself I’m imagining it. But why can’t I stop looking too?My hands won’t stop shaking as I count the last $327. It’s not even a tenth of what David wants. The clock reads 2:17 a.m., and every creak in the walls sounds like boots on stairs. Last night, they smashed the front door and left a tire iron on my pillow. No more warnings.
Mom’s asleep, exhausted from her shift at the diner. I can’t tell her how deep I am. She already gave me everything—her savings, her hope. When I called Uncle Trevor, he didn’t yell. Just said, ‘Come stay with us. Arthur has room.’
We arrived yesterday. The house is too big, too quiet. Marble floors echo our footsteps like we don’t belong. But it’s safe. Or it should be.
Then I saw Arthur linger behind Mom as she poured coffee. His hand brushed her hip—‘accidentally,’ he said. She laughed it off. I told myself it was nothing. But tonight, I caught him watching her through the kitchen window, glass in hand, smile too slow, too long.
And the worst part? When I imagine that touch… it’s not anger that burns. It’s something darker. Something I can’t name.
Now my phone buzzes. David: 'Tomorrow night. Full payment. Or we collect differently.'
I look down the hall. Mom’s door is cracked open. Light spills out. She’s still awake.
I have to decide—do I ask her to endure more? Do I steal from Arthur? Or do I let David take what he thinks he’s owed?
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Blood And Desire
I haven’t seen her in eight years—not since I left this town with nothing but a backpack and a lie. Now I’m back, standing on the porch, hands shaking not from the cold but from the debt breathing down my neck. Mom looks older, fragile, but her eyes still pierce through me like they always did. She doesn’t know about the men chasing me, the blood already on my hands. And she definitely doesn’t know about the heat that coils in my gut when she touches my arm—soft, maternal, wrong. This house was supposed to be safe. But desire has a way of rotting roots.
Blood Ties and Broken Vows
I didn’t want to come back. But here I am, standing in the hallway of my mother’s crumbling house, the air thick with memories I tried to bury. Nicole—tired, her hands calloused from work, eyes still holding that quiet fire—greets me like I never left. And yet, the moment I see her, something dark stirs inside me. A pull I’ve denied for years. It’s wrong, I know it’s wrong—but I can’t look away. Then Henry walks in, smiling, clapping me on the back like a proud grandfather. But his eyes… they linger on her just a little too long. And I swear, beneath his kindness, he’s watching me too.
The Serpent's Due
I came back broken, but the hunger inside me was never stronger. Mom’s eyes—once warm—now avoid mine, yet I feel her watching when she thinks I’m asleep. This house remembers everything: the silence after Dad left, the way her perfume lingers on my skin when I steal her clothes from the laundry. And now, with no job, no money. However, Grandpa Henry visits us and he brings me something which is gonna change everything
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