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"We each owe a death, there are no exceptions. But, oh God, sometimes the Green Mile is so long."

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Beverly Allen, was a hurt child. Her mother left her and her father at a young age and it destroyed her. Her father, Michael, was just as hurt. While Beverly turned to being alone and music for comfort, Micheal turned to alcohol, and man, did Beverly hate him for it. She'd sneak through her window after school just so she wouldn't have to speak to him, just so she could escape his abuse for once. He'd always find her though, everywhere she went, Michael would find her.

Joey lynch, was born into a world where family was merely blood. His father, Theodore, loved alcohol and his belt more than anything while his mom just sat and watched. Joey hated them both so much, he started using when he was young and he hasn't stopped. He hated that man more than he hated himself, it would be soon before he'd never seen him again.

When Beverly and Joey met through their dealer, they already had two things in common, Bad fathers and a love for the need of release. After meeting, they were always together, using each other's company as comfort. Bev was a dreamer, Joey would hold her tight after her father did unspeakable things while she told him about how she'd sober up and become a doctor or something cool like that. Joey would always just smile and wipe the tears of her face, whispering "Yes, you will baby, I just know it." That single sentence somehow getting her to smile and stop her crying.

Even sometimes it was Beverly comforting Joey after a big fight with his dad, she'd rub his back as he cried whispering sweet words to him as he sobbed. It broke Beverly's heart as her bestfriend seemed so broken beyond repair. She wished she could just steal all of the sadness out of him so he could be the golden boy she once knew.

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"Hurry up, Bev!" Joey laughs as he layed back on Beverly's bed as she curled her hair, Beverly's strawberry brown hair was once curly, but it lost its curlyness over time. Her fingers delicately fluffed her curls out, tilting her head in the stand up mirror that was hung on her closet door. The room they were in was small but manageable, not being able to afford a different place, her father let her have the bigger room. She was grateful for it but she knew it was only a way he can use it against her later on. Beverly playfully flips off Joey, flashing her chipped black finger nail polish.

Joey sticks his tongue out at her with an annoyed eye roll. The two playfully bantered often but never meant anything that they said. Joey loved that he could be him around her, that he didn't have to hide who he really was. The same with Beverly, though she didn't try to hide who she was, she simply put her self out and in the open.

She loved Joey more than she loved her black combat boots, which she loved a lot. She always wondered if Joey felt the same, she tried not to think about it but damned it if never left her mind.

Joey stares at bev as she fixes her long, deep brown dress that somehow matched her personality. He smiles softly, content with just admiring her from where he was, he always thought she was gorgeous. From the attempt at curling her hair to the dress over her long sleeve white shirt that she layered with an ungodly amount of jewellery.

His smile falters a bit as he watched this stunning girl pick up a needle filled with the very thing that will destroy the two. He hated how she was addicted, how he was addicted. He tried getting clean for her but teddy always made him relapse, the same with Bev, she'd get clean, and then her father would make her do things fathers shouldn't ever even think about doing to their own daughter, which makes her relapse.