Thank you so incredibly much for your comments<3 It's nice to know that I have at least one consistant reader (I think?)
Dylan is a horrid character, but he strengthens Dan and Teaghan's relationship very nicely. As well as brings them together even more, and I mean that quite literally. You'll see what I mean later on.
Hope you enjoy the rest of my story ^-^ The good stuff is just getting started.
I'm glad for you too :) I got another one of those hate messages from that persons' friend and I know how awful it can be to have someone tear apart a story that you love more than anything. Reading past the first chapter is not okay. The first, and only time, that I did a comment swap, I read all ten chapters and left a great comment. That person comes back to me and tells me I wrote a terrible and degrading comment and proceeded to say "I'm not going to leave you a bad comment like you did to me, but here's what I think of your story" and then they tore about Through Torrid Days. They tore apart my life saying Ashton was a terrible character, flat, unattractive, and a whining brat. I'm like....hello? This is me we're talking about. But anyway, I feel ya bro :)
thanks, I'm so excited. Oh, here's a little bit of a clue. It's a quote from one of the videogames.
“Still a mess - no suprise. Her kin, roasted like chestnuts right before her eyes. Ten years in Rutledge Asylum, wasted everyone’s time. Dr. Bumby won’t do better - still hauling out her questions. The fire, her memory. I deserve consideration, don’t I? Who found her her new clothes? Who got her a place at Bumby’s? Where’d she be without me? On the street, selling her backside! Likes my pigeons, though. She’s doled out the odd pound or two, but what I know is worth more than that… Kept her secret, haven’t I? Heard her say, ‘all died on my account, I couldn’t save you!’ I’ve told her my silence is for sale, cheap. I’m a good sort, really, not like her nanny, that uppity whore! Or that lawyer fellow, Radcliffe, took her stupid rabbit. Need money - warned her I’d tell the coppers if she didn’t make a donation to my upkeep! She yells, and goes off her head! Days she can’t even remember her name, s’what I heard…”