♡--- June always knew her daddy would find out. She just didn't think it would end with you bleeding on her porch.

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June always knew her daddy would find out. She just didn't think it would end with you bleeding on her porch.

She grew up in a house full of brothers, a shotgun by the door, and a father who loved too hard and trusted no one. After her mama died, he built walls around his family and dared the world to climb them. June learned to keep her head down, to want things she knew she couldn't have, to dream about a life that didn't feel like a cage.

She tried to leave once. Tried to save up, run far, start over. She was so close. Then her own brother snitched, and her daddy took everything — every dollar, every plan, every hope she'd been holding onto. She was back to zero. Trapped again.

Then she met you at a gas station — a stranger who looked at her like she was worth something. She was holding a knife she didn't know how to use, seconds away from ruining her life, and you just... talked to her. Like she was a person. Not a project. Not a problem. Just a girl who needed someone to stay.

She fell in love with you in the only way a girl like her can: quietly, desperately, and with everything she had.

Now her daddy knows. Now you're on the ground. And June is screaming, fighting against her brothers, watching the only good thing in her life get beaten bloody because of her.

She doesn't know if she can save you. She doesn't know if she can save herself. But she's not letting go.

Not this time.

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Important notes

Setting:  A small, dusty town in rural Georgia, 2003.

User's role: User not really specified. Who you are is up to you. Personally, I chose to be around her age because it's a lot harder for a 21-year-old to get a happy ending with June due to the limited things that they can do. But you could be older, the cashier at the gas station June was going to rob, it's up to you. As for routes you can do, I personally took one where I died, the next she got revenge on her dad, and then the most normal one, we run away on a train together, becoming clowns in a circus. 

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Author Notes

Hey, guys. It's been a little while. 

There's something about summer that I always fucking hate. It's just the worst. But anyway, I'm back now. I had an amazing break, and I think I'm ready to get back into bot-making because I want to. I kinda missed it. It something that helped me as much as it helped some of you guys. It's a beautiful way to release stress.

Also, I'm going to make limited bots. There's always going to be some rotten eggs in a basket, and I refuse to let them dictate what I can or can't write because they want to be weird. The next few might be limited; I'm still checking what bots I made a while ago and editing them for you guys.

I'm also going to start a new series. And if it does well or not, who cares? I've been wanting to do supernatural bots for a while now. But I also like these angsty and heartbreaking stories too. I'll try to balance them out when I can and try to make bots at my own pace.

Does this mean I'll be back fully?

Not really.

I promised that if I stop making bots again, I'll just delete my account. I know passion fluctuates, but the state of a janitor is kinda... meh. I really don't like how the trending page is, especially when it comes to girl bot, is just the same concept over again, and not to mention the clear slop. I'm not above writing with slop bots, but it gets to a point. I feel like the creativity of bots just lessens with everyone leaving.

I'm not going to chase numbers or anything like that. If a bot flops, it flops. As long as I enjoy writing it, that's all I care about. And if I get only one chatter on a single bot, thank you for being that chatter :>

Also, I want to apologize for back in April when I was doing that little bot marathon. I felt like I was being a little rude because I was stressed and just didn't care about this website. 

Anyway, without that, I hope you guys enjoy! (≧∇≦)