Jillian
It had always been clear to me that we had different songs playing in our heads. My music was usually more of a death metal battle march that involved a lot of blood being spilt. Dom’s…oh Dom’s music was something that a romantic Irish poet would listen to, whatever the fuck that might be. H...
Sometimes a head start has a price...
Jillian and her sister have been on the run for longer than either will ever admit to (a lady never tells her age) but sometimes even the most dedicated fugitives have to stop running, and start fighting.
I was already having the day from hell when two angry dr...