Marrying The Lethal Town Outcast

Chapter 8

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morning sunlight streamed through the dirty, grease-st

itting at the chipped wooden table, casually e

ntered. A smug, challenging sm

oss the linoleum floor. She reached out and snat

ed loudly and harshly against the floor.

. She pressed it onto the tin until it clicked shut.

her chest. She was too afraid of another physical a

ntirely. She walked out the back door of the board

rail. The path led through the dense,

old. The dirt ground was damp and soft

tirely focused on finalizing the le

The heavy canopy cast long, dark shadows acr

suddenly stopped. It was replaced b

s on her arms stood up. She slowed her pace, her knuckl

ped loudly to her right,

f a massive oak tree. He stood squarely in the

mechanic's jumpsuit. His massive rig

gly grin that made Eleanor's stomac

nto the dirt near her shoes. "You got a lo

sical distance. Her eyes darted rapidly, s

him coldly, projecting a confidence

h rhythmically against his open palm. "Tiffany

rd her. His dark eyes raked over her

her chest. She realized the path was too n

t the dirt with a dull thud. He decided

ing speed. His heavy work boot

looded her system. She swung the heavy

hed hard into Wayne's jaw. The impac

his hand flying to his face. Dark blood po

urderous rage. His massive shadow fell over Eleano

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“My best friend Tiffany handed me a spiked drink to celebrate. Not long after, the town mob kicked down the door of a dirty trailer. They found me drugged and trapped in the dark with Rory Donovan, the town's exiled outcast. Tiffany stood at the front of the crowd with a Polaroid camera, screaming with fake tears. "How could you do something so shameful? You are a disgrace!" Because of that orchestrated night, my reputation was completely destroyed. I was dragged out into the dirt, stripped of my dignity, and forced into a miserable life of poverty and endless abuse. Tiffany stole my college acceptance letter, claiming my scholarship for herself while I scrubbed floors to pay off debts. After decades of bone-crushing labor and absolute loneliness, I died a pathetic death in a sterile hospital room, listening to my own heart monitor flatline. Until my dying breath, the phantom pain of a completely wasted life suffocated me. Why did the girl I trusted most orchestrate such a vicious trap to ruin me? Opening my heavy eyelids to the harsh glare of a neon beer sign, the sticky blood matting my hair told me this wasn't a dying hallucination. I was back on the exact night my life was supposed to end. Hearing the mob approaching outside, I didn't run like a coward this time. I turned to the dangerous outcast in the shadows and looked him dead in the eye. "We tell them we are engaged."”