Hidden Secrets: A Screwed Up Love Story.

three of them, I realise I am outnumbered. I want to scre

f light on the brick walls, and its jagged edge scares the living daylights out of me. The first tall, lean guy wit

lley's darkness and beyond these goons. There is no sign of help, I am

n't have to do this; I'm b

ened kitten, they laugh at me, their repulsi

king sexy w

s to myself, swallowing the fea

ping for, if they dont want to r

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el in distress will turn these sickos on. I can only imagine how

ult for their evil intentions to succeed. My eyes scan the area

and bend down picking up an empty beer bottle, s

m terrified; fear has completely consumed

have no intention of stabbing the ugly bastard, but if he thinks my ple

t my expense. The man spits on the ground and advances at me, his hand dragging across his bald head. We fight over

, a trail of his saliva staining my skin, and when I feel him let go of the bottle, c

s his face contorts into a shocked expression, "Fuck!!" he

y grip and notice that they are covered in his crimson liquid blood

was going to hurt me." I stutter as I watch th

m growls and casts a brief glanc

ead, a sudden fog starts to cloud my mind

et are moving and I'm sprint

ck into a ponytail and his mouth adorned with a gold tooth. I pick up my heels and run across the road, the sound of screeching tyr

like glue, and I wince whenever my feet slap against the pavement. I dash

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y steps remain steady. Rather than that, I find myself sprinting towards the

ope for survival. The price he'll exact from me will be far less frightening than dying

ng piece of metal. Blood streams down my arm, leaving a trail of red crimson liquid in my

slamming my open hand against the

of me with his arms crossed and a scowl on his fa

ags me back inside the house by the roots of my hair and slams the door